Sharp left.
My eyes were focusing on the screen.
My thoughts were wandering to different states.
Suddenly I came to and I was staring at the DVD player-
And everyone was asking me what was wrong.
Something might be horribly wrong. Or not at all. I can feel it. I don't think I'll ever be as fortunate to sleep through hell when it breaks loose this time around.
Thank You, Lord.
It used to be so clear. I used to be one of the good guys. The line that stood for itself and was never to be crossed. I remember crossing the line. I know pushing. I know daring the body. I understand racing past the boundaries and barriers, turning around with a grin and throwing up your middle finger while screaming, "Catch me if you can, motherfuckers!"
All the while smiling like a madman.
Not everyone likes to play the big villian.
Often times, I'm not too deranged.
I'm a thief.
I look out for me and my own.
I don't want to rule the world and everyone in it.
I want to destroy it, and myself.
This is me in my most masochistic.
There is good and there is evil and the line in between the two of them is almost impossible to distinguish.
I didn't neccessarily say that I didn't like playing the hero, and just because I don't embrace that role at all times doesn't mean that I don't know how to play it anymore.
My feet and pant bottoms were damp and cold. Uncomfortable. It was beginning to rain hard. You couldn't see the clouds because of the light pollution.
The disgusting orange blow that seemed to drown out more than the water did.
The music was calm or heavy, I wasn't really paying attention. I pulled my hood over my head and thought about all that had happened and what was happening. What was going to happen.
We were driving down the free-way and it was raining. I missed something, but I didn't want to put forth the effort to think about it and find out what exactly it really was.
This was all I was really sure of.
There was a concrete retaining wall right beside us. All I really wanted was to make a sharp left and scream at the top of my lungs.
I'm such a selfish bastard sometimes.
Lately.
-ClintonHate
My thoughts were wandering to different states.
Suddenly I came to and I was staring at the DVD player-
And everyone was asking me what was wrong.
Something might be horribly wrong. Or not at all. I can feel it. I don't think I'll ever be as fortunate to sleep through hell when it breaks loose this time around.
Thank You, Lord.
It used to be so clear. I used to be one of the good guys. The line that stood for itself and was never to be crossed. I remember crossing the line. I know pushing. I know daring the body. I understand racing past the boundaries and barriers, turning around with a grin and throwing up your middle finger while screaming, "Catch me if you can, motherfuckers!"
All the while smiling like a madman.
Not everyone likes to play the big villian.
Often times, I'm not too deranged.
I'm a thief.
I look out for me and my own.
I don't want to rule the world and everyone in it.
I want to destroy it, and myself.
This is me in my most masochistic.
There is good and there is evil and the line in between the two of them is almost impossible to distinguish.
I didn't neccessarily say that I didn't like playing the hero, and just because I don't embrace that role at all times doesn't mean that I don't know how to play it anymore.
My feet and pant bottoms were damp and cold. Uncomfortable. It was beginning to rain hard. You couldn't see the clouds because of the light pollution.
The disgusting orange blow that seemed to drown out more than the water did.
The music was calm or heavy, I wasn't really paying attention. I pulled my hood over my head and thought about all that had happened and what was happening. What was going to happen.
We were driving down the free-way and it was raining. I missed something, but I didn't want to put forth the effort to think about it and find out what exactly it really was.
This was all I was really sure of.
There was a concrete retaining wall right beside us. All I really wanted was to make a sharp left and scream at the top of my lungs.
I'm such a selfish bastard sometimes.
Lately.
-ClintonHate