I feel like...
I sit here just wanting to cry... the feeling just creeping in to this ideal that I've created.... my life, everything in it... will be gone soon... and not much is going to remain...
I think that maybe I'm just going to rage against it all and just keel it out...
ya know...
the rain drips in my hair I just don't want to stare and yet I know that if I don't go and don't let it all be I might just wind up not wanting to leave this gateway to death and hell I want to sell my soul to leave it all behind and yet I find that life it seems to spiral down to the clowns of my insides upside down that will let my life drain away to the day I finally fade away...
I think that maybe I'm just going to rage against it all and just keel it out...
ya know...
the rain drips in my hair I just don't want to stare and yet I know that if I don't go and don't let it all be I might just wind up not wanting to leave this gateway to death and hell I want to sell my soul to leave it all behind and yet I find that life it seems to spiral down to the clowns of my insides upside down that will let my life drain away to the day I finally fade away...