It's time for everyone's favorite game...
Beat that caption!
"I do not find happiness in a warm gun.
The cold, brittle steel against my flesh is the only reminder I am still alive. Limbs numb, mind empty, heart wrenched. A watered-down glass of scotch serves as a poor elixir. How long have I been sitting here? Contemplation is mental masturbation.
In the other room, a muffled stereo wails: "The me that you know, he had some second thoughts... he's covered with scabs, he is broken and sore. The me that you know he doesn't come around much... that part of me isn't here anymore."
Lies. That part of me is as much a part of me as anything else. It's wrapped around every fiber of my " like a decaying vine. And I know fully the futility in my desire to extinguish it.
With time, healing. With healing, reparation. With reparation, rebirth. This sovereign remedy is the only real one available to me. But what is the antidote for desolation?"
(In case you're wondering... No, I am not the emo-stricken, angst-ridden person above. This is simply prose inspired by a picture taken by a good friend. More pics from the photoshoot to come.)
"I do not find happiness in a warm gun.
The cold, brittle steel against my flesh is the only reminder I am still alive. Limbs numb, mind empty, heart wrenched. A watered-down glass of scotch serves as a poor elixir. How long have I been sitting here? Contemplation is mental masturbation.
In the other room, a muffled stereo wails: "The me that you know, he had some second thoughts... he's covered with scabs, he is broken and sore. The me that you know he doesn't come around much... that part of me isn't here anymore."
Lies. That part of me is as much a part of me as anything else. It's wrapped around every fiber of my " like a decaying vine. And I know fully the futility in my desire to extinguish it.
With time, healing. With healing, reparation. With reparation, rebirth. This sovereign remedy is the only real one available to me. But what is the antidote for desolation?"
(In case you're wondering... No, I am not the emo-stricken, angst-ridden person above. This is simply prose inspired by a picture taken by a good friend. More pics from the photoshoot to come.)