im dying to live

apathy is now
something is out there wrapped in vogue desperately in and out of touch

i can't really say much
there's nothing to really relate anymore in terms of......well anything

angst

anxiety...it makes me feel....all over



fucked




again


and again




and again

bombing lover as the opened window unveils the dust settling upon this dusk of porcelain clouds and ironclad eyes lock the skies in place for a single moment until the right hand gasps for the soothing poison of a thousand tiny needles to the brain as we are anesthetized




blink comes to word comes to push comes to shove comes to exhibiting an eternity of idealogical proliferation




all this




for what





a few moments of fleeting happiness?




a designed sense of relief from behind veiled accomplishment?





blind faith has nothing on the veins beneath my skin


i bleed.....fate does not







i know what i got because it's time that i give it away




dreams of blowing myself away afterwards make me laugh.









how ironic