Here I lay awake in a dark haze of a everlasting dream
Well today.. it was eventful. went to work, got home at about oh, and hour and half ago. You're all looking at the time that I am posting, yes people, I go to work whilst you get to sleep in your comfortable beds. I don't care. Its a job, and its fun. I love it, for now. I don't know why i'm even writing in here, I just am. Its kinda fun, yes, only kinda.
So there are some thoughts on my mind, and I can't just let them out. You ask why? I don't know why. I guess today at about 7 or so, i'm to go to a movie with Jason and Jesse. I'm excited for it. lol. My sister got here lastnight. I love her to death. She drove all the way from Waycross, Georgia. To fucking long, I know, i've drivin it. It really isn't a bad drive. Its just a long time in a car, well in her case, a Jeep Wrangler, and yes its a TJ, 2002.
I've been practicing the bass, i'm getting better. It's gonna take a while because of my schedule, but i'm a fast learner. I'll get it soon.
Sitting here, awake, in the cold deep darkness of a hazy dream. In the cold deep darkness of the night. I find to be surrounded by a cloud, a mist of essence. for I know not what of, for the fact of this scares me. All I know is that I am here because of you, and your crimes against me. I am not scared of what is to come of me, for I am scared of what is to come of you. Sleeping in this haze, waking in the mist of the cold nights, with the midnight dew on the leaves and blades of grass. Sitting in my chair whilst I wait, wait for you, to murder you, to kill you. As I sit here, I began to wander off into and out-of conciseness, and as I drift away from cognitive coherency. I dream of a place, surrounded by light, by warmth, and a softness that is unmatched. Is this heaven, or is this just a dream, for I am not sure. for the haze of reality comes back as I get knocked with a blunt force. Knocked from the chair I so humbly sat in, waiting, waiting for you, to murder you, to kill you. For know all I see is blood, hatred, death, darkness. A reality so real, so true, so deadly. As I lye there in a pooling puddle of blood. I start to become cognitive of my surroundings. But its too late. the faint sound of sirens starts to ring through my ears, louder and louder, till finally, I wake. Jumping from my bed, it was all but a dream, just a whimper in the night. Nothing to worry about, or is there?
So there are some thoughts on my mind, and I can't just let them out. You ask why? I don't know why. I guess today at about 7 or so, i'm to go to a movie with Jason and Jesse. I'm excited for it. lol. My sister got here lastnight. I love her to death. She drove all the way from Waycross, Georgia. To fucking long, I know, i've drivin it. It really isn't a bad drive. Its just a long time in a car, well in her case, a Jeep Wrangler, and yes its a TJ, 2002.
I've been practicing the bass, i'm getting better. It's gonna take a while because of my schedule, but i'm a fast learner. I'll get it soon.
Sitting here, awake, in the cold deep darkness of a hazy dream. In the cold deep darkness of the night. I find to be surrounded by a cloud, a mist of essence. for I know not what of, for the fact of this scares me. All I know is that I am here because of you, and your crimes against me. I am not scared of what is to come of me, for I am scared of what is to come of you. Sleeping in this haze, waking in the mist of the cold nights, with the midnight dew on the leaves and blades of grass. Sitting in my chair whilst I wait, wait for you, to murder you, to kill you. As I sit here, I began to wander off into and out-of conciseness, and as I drift away from cognitive coherency. I dream of a place, surrounded by light, by warmth, and a softness that is unmatched. Is this heaven, or is this just a dream, for I am not sure. for the haze of reality comes back as I get knocked with a blunt force. Knocked from the chair I so humbly sat in, waiting, waiting for you, to murder you, to kill you. For know all I see is blood, hatred, death, darkness. A reality so real, so true, so deadly. As I lye there in a pooling puddle of blood. I start to become cognitive of my surroundings. But its too late. the faint sound of sirens starts to ring through my ears, louder and louder, till finally, I wake. Jumping from my bed, it was all but a dream, just a whimper in the night. Nothing to worry about, or is there?