The scariest thing in life;
                      is not trying,
                      and being tried, then
                      judged on your action;
                      of inaction.

The needle marks sketches,
the trail of my depression.
As I load the needle to
inject into this lifeless body
I'm left with questions.

Did I ever have meaning to someones life;
Will my friends mourn me or
will they tell their kids about the
memories we've shared
so I may live on in
a fragment of a child mind
a chance I never gave to my own
seeds.

Laughter can be the cure
but also the mask of the unhappy

I, yearn for adventure
however the cost of it is too high
the cost of relationships
the cost of responsibilities
and the wasting away of the pounds
I've traded in for my life clock
I've restored to cheaper forms of adventure;
The ****
The coke
The ecstasy
The alcohol
The acid
The women
give a sense of escape
from the ordinary
repetitive life of a 9 to 5
zombie.