Sunday, August 12, 2007
in my cosy little room,
yellow lights bouncing off the walls,
i miss yet once again.
views and thoughts shared;
i knew it was me all along.
two shots,
two failed shots.
so what exactly is this?
yea i know,
those words aint it?
once it's heard,
the gun comes out almost instanteously.
the push factor.
maybe drugs should help.
or the occasional brain wash.
the barrier's quite up there,
but i wonder why.
i want the past,
where it wasnt just about;
it was more of a mixture,
well, until i killed that at least.
and now,
i just feel like opening a new chapter,
i hope it's a good read.
hello distractions, i think you should come out now.
Merser
