So it seems that the very things that seem to make me tick are like the secrets that keep me sick. The breeze is blowing but the tide is coming in quick. You think I give a **** if you heard my lighter click. I am a perfect **** up I am ****** up perfection What can I say in the mirror I do not recognize my own reflection. Then again upon further inspection I can almost spot the deception. Why oh why did I take my day to day for granted. I feel as if there is something shady going on that's down right underhanded here in this far a way land where I am now stranded a land that they say is enchanted.
These age old habits have pretty much grown to be quite automatic I am very much still active and very much still an addict and now I just have to have it. Heart full of snow head filled with static not to be so **** dramatic but everyday life has become so problematic is it not truly tragic. This God ****** so called drug abuse has me using any and every excuse it's just like a crutch I use while waiting for these demons to turn me loose. Why am I still pursuing something that I doubt that I ever find I know that I am a little bit outside my rabbit *** mind searching for my very grand design spitting out pieces of this broken luck of mine Just don't go and get **** all twisted up because I'm telling you that I still do not give a flying ****. We don't have that kind of luxe so out here in the lightning storm like a sitting duck attempting to get thunderstruck, that is until it's time to once again. Self destruct. Twinkle twinkle little stars so far a way that I wish I might I wish I may one day actually change my ways and end up with much brighter days I see the clearest when it is the darkest part of night I'm so far left that I will never get right. I don't see with my eyes I've been gifted with a different kind of sight. Hell no what would ever make you think that I'm ok I climb high to get myself higher than the trees that back and fourth sway so I don't have to hold these demons at bay I am **** sure not the person you seem to think I protray
The pain I feel inside I do hide I masked it like somehow I had gotten passed it. Perhaps I am a little overenthusiastic over this tale I'm trying to tell that is sounding rather fantastic. No brag no fact just fabricated fiction meant to entertain I find it difficult to try to explain just how I actually maintain. Every word I wrote is explicit and profane. I just do not feel right unless I am doing something wrong like staying up all night long staring off into nothing as I hit the **** blowing out thick clouds because I tend to smoke strong Instead of feeling alive I feel like I am pretty much dead. Decency I haven't a single shred. There's already been way too much blood shed did you happen to see in the distance eyes glowing blood red? When I storm like I am about to pour down rain can you see my eyes get cloudy the music and the beat rattles around in my skull quite loudly sometimes I can't help it I have to get rowdy but still I stand my ground proudly go ahead I have no a single doubt that if you keep ******* around you will find out that I am no where close to being a girl scout I just cannot seem to go that route I am a walking talking catastrophe a natural disaster and I keep on flying faster and faster while I go crazy the night sky echoing with laughter running from the things I once was after. Ask me no more questions and no lies will I sell these stories of different worlds that are somehow parallel tales to tell of nightmares and fairy tales right as I jump my *** off of this **** carousel now I bid the a fond fare the well as right back into my yesterday I fell. Crushed underneath the weight of the pending doom that keeps any ray of light from cutting though the gloom tainted light shining in the window brightly from the neon moon I'm all animated you know drawn out like a cartoon so don't assume that the toxic fumes aren't as colorful as a peacock's plume I challenge you to a duele at high noon. I am going to find a way out of here soon. These diseased minds really did some substantial damage and now I feel as if I am at some sort of disadvantage so like a sleeping savage I have no choice but to rise up and start reeking havoc ripping the space and time continuum just like fabric. I have gone way up into the stratosphere the best way that I know to just disappear. So hold close all you hold dear and try not to cry not one more tear.