Writing time and again about the same old topics Cerberus poet an undying dog surrounded by bones can gnaw on these forever is that healthy. is being Alive.
Hands at ten and two I control my fate so I'm told swerve into oncoming traffic cause a cacophony go out on a high note I control my fate but where the **** do I wanna go nowhere really being awake makes me uncomfortable I see why so many choose to give themselves to more certain Hands.
Late to the party Arguably fashionably so what lies on the horizon the same old woe claims the cynic in me in me the cynic I am the optimist I try to be might claim otherwise the optimist i try to be Do I really want to be Could be fun A change of pace The Optimist I try to be might say so long as you're alive things can change for the better.
I try to travel on make believe roads I think this time the ground will be solid I sink my mouth fills with silly dreams tastes bitter I'm always surprised.
never read the book just vague memories of the movie
or freeze as a defense it lacks nature or nurture my father was a brick wall my mother never taught me to fight that explains it right Fight or Flight or be a deer headlights such an enthralling sight white light the way to heaven right.
the world is burning what else is new oh **** is this what Billy Joel meant cause I don't play with matches A childish thing to play with dangerous things is it kids these days I should blame for the state of things.