March
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Hatred & Disappointment The intricate shadows and the genesis of one's mind the darkness in the corners yet remain looking back on the things I did and did not do maybe I'm trying too hard - but there's nothing to find Objects tend to come undone feelings often remain transparent metaphors grow increasingly nonsensical vanity is all that remains Thank God for the noose and the serenity we eventually will find thank you for life's true goal which takes me through every day I might eventually find inner peace or maybe such a thing is just a myth as I grow closer to the night which always lies dormant inside I seem to come closer to that one truth which I still think exist Thank God for the noose and the serenity we hopefully will find thank you for granting hope in the most hopeless of moments thank you for making hopelessness my object of obsession You should go to hell I am so tired of waiting as my veins turn grey the different landscapes are indeed always more pleasing to the eye even as things seemingly progress smoothly, there's always something holding me back I'm so tired of waiting and too tired to even do something about it I want to scream and I want to prove that I'm alive I want to prove that I exist I hate the thought of never achieving what I feel like I was created to do I suppose hatred would be the key word that and disappointment Everywhere I look and in every aspect of my life those are the words that keep coming back I can't trust those I'm supposed to trust old friendships are forever lost I am the only who can see the truth People run around like lost ants without a queen living for the moment, not realizing their idiocy Maybe I'm naive maybe it's stupid of me to hope for something more than this maybe it's all really lost and maybe I'm just wrong I don't know what I want to say I don't know what I want to do The bright lights seemingly disappear in a progressive manner every single day that passes... as I silently watch The cruel subjectivity of life The fact that chance decides everything I truly hate my powerlessness I truly do... // 2007-11-24
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SickyPOP
Sun 25 Nov 2007 01:49
så jag tolkar texten har jag en aning om vad den handlar om, SKITBRA SKRIVET :]
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