Mood ~Contempt~ Music ~The music in my head (Like that son "A hero can save us..." or whatever its called)~
Thought I am out of this little hole that I have so effectively dug for myself (Damn near six feet under if you get my morbid meaning stare )...I find myself with another problem. I feel like I have been disconnected with the world...but not in a particularly good way. I feel like I'm stuck behind a plate glass window that is tinted and no one notices I'm here but I see them. Have I royally offended some higher power or SOMETHING?!?!? Is there something out there that revels in making my life as hellish as possible? It seems that nowadays no one pays any attention to me. I say something to someone and in the middle of saying whatever I say thay turn to someone else and start talking to THEM! Is it me? Is it something I've done? Sometimes I'll be avoided like the plague. Sometimes I feel like a specter that some people can see, how ever briefly stare , and the other people don't care to see. I try to give advice to someone or carry on a conversation and they'll 1. Change the subject 2. Yawn and look disinterested 3. Look around and answer me with only nods or a monosyllable affirmitive.... I think I'm just going to give up talking to people and see how long it takes them to notice stare The world is a messed up place and I'm beginning to agree with the idea of destroying the Human race. For all that we can achieve we resort to the cattle mentality and slowly wallow in the same s**t our ansestors tried to impress on us!
Alright so I wont go into a discussion on the things running through my brain. Once again the only person who can possibly help me IS me. Always was, always will be...just ME.
<center>The darkened skys Rain down their torment A thousand lies Regretable truths Once Again I Am Torn The empty hallow of my heart I know that once it could be filled Time has a different purpose That Bitter Taste Within Me Augment the rapid sucession of joys Each day I learn of love Then the new dawn brings fresh destruction I am torn down before I am rebuilt Level ground survives the storm But it holds nothing of itself Regret The Fallen Past I find my present path Distorted by a shadow And from whence I came A Widows Nest And I the spider My present be no better It walls are warped in hellish light A day I've seen before The sickening spinning Has reached me at last I find my last bonds fly loose And So Loosed I Be Insanity has been my refuge Plead my case before the court And Find Me Guilty Please</center>
Paranine · Sat Nov 06, 2004 @ 01:28am · 6 Comments |