Broken Thoughts

Beaten up and broken boned
I’ve become the whore that none of us knows

How many times does it take until it hurts
Leaving is a luxury we don’t all have
In the end, we all leave somehow
Breaking the silence of your crimes
A sign of the times, here and now
Destroyed, life still must go on
Even when everything feels dead and gone
Must keep leaving myself behind
Piece by piece, little by little
Become the monster that we all love and adore

List to get what I want

  1. Self-sacrifice
  2. Destroy all contact
  3. Become self-aware asshole
  4. Isolate myself from myself
  5. Have talent
  6. Become co-dependent on substance

 

It’s desperate times, but your desperate measures
Are not working out
It’s a desperate time full of all things to come
Bringing down all those around you
Desperation seems to be the word of the day
How I feel and all I have to say
Can’t say I don’t enjoy this at least a little bit
Down to my level, drowning in shit
As if we cared about anything other than ourselves
Selfish ideas manifest beyond selfishness
I once cared now I’m not sure anymore
My notes on the incident guide me through the darkness
Big bang it was once called, a theory
No one knows anything that happens to us
If we mattered don’t you think that there would be answers
The good book, made up of stories to explain the time
God is nothing more than the voice in your head
God is not what you think it is
God is, God is the reason we must go on

“When the rich got carpet bombed that’s when you knew shit was never going to be the same,” Francis Eviter… Fuck Off and Go Away… page 34…

 

(Good luck enjoying this.. without the beat in my head..)
Tell you once again but it doesn’t matter does it

The way it is, how it’s going to be
Fuck me, so tired, so sick of all this shit
I’m sure you didn’t hear me but what I said was
Nothing that matters anymore
Taking everything, taking responsibility for shit I didn’t do
Nothing new, all the same to you
Nothing new, never going to change
Move on to different topics
Only had something to say despite the words
Despite everything, things keep going don’t they
You loud mouth, useless, fuck
Tattoo the words to your face
Could you, would you, understand them this time
Nothing that matters anymore
Mumbling words into your maggot filled corpse
The way it is, how it should have always been

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What the fuck am I trying to say anymore?… my mind is stuck in this weird place… stuck staring at lines… saying fuck it and moving on… my head is in this place… a place between… doing something… and doing nothing at all… throwing shit against the wall… just because I hate it all… who the fuck do I think I am?… worthless at the moment… a thousand fucking degrees… sweating out the thoughts that no one cares about at all… my head hurts and I don’t care… slamming it into the desk… seems to be the only thing I can do anymore… 

Having a great day… see you all on Wednesday for round 3 of the Ungame… 

 

ThreadlessAmazon…  the sales won’t make me happy… but it pays for the medication… duality of being fucking crazy… 

 

 

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