So red lights mean doors are secured.
Nothing is ever as simple as a stop sign
when did red become the color for no?
Red dress...
Red light
Hmm...
Don't tear me down like roger moore...
I keep thinking
About all these diffrent women from the past.
Somehow I cannot shake the feeling that after so many tries maybe I'm the one thats broken
like, fully, compleatly, ducttape no longer holding, kite string, superglue and cigarettes no longer fixing the problems. The deeper we dive the less air in our lungs and the richer the nitrogen gets. A breath of fresh air in a burning building. Trendy but tense, a black mark on your brand new converse, a broken lase on your rebok classics. its a funny thing. A ray of sunshine in a hole in a pich black cave. understanding in the most minimal of ways. I won't go anywhere from here... I cannot change this craft of which I have become. A table with 3 legs, a chair missing an armrest, a stool with mismached lengths on the legs. The running boards don't line up, the glaze has run, the pottery is chipped and the drawing is smudged. there is no fixing this problem. This is well beyond a patch job, the car cannot be fixed, break it down and sell it for scraps.
You cannot ask for a draw when the battles already lost.
The pretty little vistors with lies on their lips casualy speaking as everything goes up in flames.
I wan't to start a revolution, but its best to leave it all alone.
troublesome trepidation temptingly thought throughlly tonight. Twice taught, twas totally thoughtless.
I know I said I wasn't sad to see her go, but of course I was.
Oh but how good she looked on the dance floor... the lights, those eyes.
Cold as a knife,
warm like a furnace
I don't know what they were looking for.... but I could feel them size me up, spit me out and i'll be damned if she didn't know my lack of a soul... and if I could feel dispare I would have.
but its all good, its all alright.
Tonight I came alive.
Tonight I have the eyes of a saint
the tongue of the devil
and a mind like a curse.
I can be cold like a knife
hot like a stove
Watch as I walk this line
Never wobbling, ever closing
open to the changing.
If you don't want me to hate you... never show me your bed.
Temptation is a curse I cannot ever bring myself to hate.
I've given up on sparks.
I aim for lightening.
I'd go to heaven for the weather, but I went to hell to sell my soul. Everything I could ever be, and everything I am is diffrent than what anyone would expect. Never guessing, never wondering, simply acting. I can show the world fire, lightening, chaos, ice, wind and destruction, but never do I. I feel the drive of immortatlity. I can see inside, see exactly what I'm made of, and if I could be scared I'm sure I would be. But never the less, I thrive in the chaos. I don't break down, I don't stop, I neither faulter nor fail, flag, flail or come close to stopping.
The more you read this, the more you lose your grip on reality, the more my mind opens inside of yours...
Scared yet?
You fucking should be.
This horse cock loving bullshit of an existance is futile and thrilling. Eat healthy, Die. Exercise, Die. Worry, Die. Fight, Die. Fuck, Die. Cower, Die. The race ends in death. The path does not lead to salvation but damnation. The highway to hell is filled with stop and go traffic, and the pavment is made up of good intentions.
Drink up my friends, the end isn't changing.
