i hate the bowling alley.
h a t e it.
i hate robbie and his stupid life.
and his stupid way of fucking my life up.
i hate me way more then anything on this world.
i hate my descions.
i hate my emotions.
i hate the way i act.
i hate my fucking life.
fuck the world. fuck life. fuck you.
all i have is my music and poetry..not that poetry means anything to anybody.
E t e r n a l - E s c a p e
A bottomless river of clouded muck swept me off my feet tonight.
It carried my lifeless body away,
washing away wounds, and covering me,
with a deep, blinding blanket of sereneness;
deafening my sobs with foaming rapids,
that rushed me swiftly to a
long forgotten dam of lost memories;
strangled lungs screaming silently;
icy tide entering,
leaving
a split soul in peace.
Solid waters rose to hoist me up, limp from fatigue,
to gaze at the lonely night sky;
one last time,
tranced by moon's reflecting glow of brilliance,
illuminating, sheer, pruned skin,
before sinking below fate,
letting the wetness encircle and surround me,
wrapping my soul, and shielding it from harm;
gracefully sacrificing myself in it's depths,
just to feel free.