The Skitzo Returns
What the fuck is up world?! You know who this is, your one and only sick psychotic Kotton. I've been gone for quite a fucking while so I guess I have some catching up to do. I can't even begin to explain the past few months of my life. Let's just say, they were very fucked up. I guess that's how it usually goes though. I'll probably post quite a few times tonight, but can't guarantee that. I'm just gonna statrt with a poem that I just thought up to reflect the way I feel at this point in time...
" What Is Life? " by Kotton DePayne
What is life? I think it is exactly what it seems
A roller coaster ride full of shattered souls and broken dreams
My screams, I let out every night, just echo in the dark
Longing for the day that I can finally mend my heart
Days that were happy, seem so long ago and now faded
Left with an eternity of painful moments to leave me jaded
Dissipated, just like every bit of hope that I once held
Slipped away from me like a speeding train getting derailed
My life is off track, I cannot guess where it is going
Maybe life is just numbered years of never knowing
How long happiness will last, or when sadness will sneak
Lately it's like I can't even seem to eat, think, or sleep
To weep, now that is something of which I know all to well
When seconds feel like hours, and living becomes hell
Feeling cold as the winter, my blood feels like the snow
In my prison I am froze, why not just let go.......
" What Is Life? " by Kotton DePayne
What is life? I think it is exactly what it seems
A roller coaster ride full of shattered souls and broken dreams
My screams, I let out every night, just echo in the dark
Longing for the day that I can finally mend my heart
Days that were happy, seem so long ago and now faded
Left with an eternity of painful moments to leave me jaded
Dissipated, just like every bit of hope that I once held
Slipped away from me like a speeding train getting derailed
My life is off track, I cannot guess where it is going
Maybe life is just numbered years of never knowing
How long happiness will last, or when sadness will sneak
Lately it's like I can't even seem to eat, think, or sleep
To weep, now that is something of which I know all to well
When seconds feel like hours, and living becomes hell
Feeling cold as the winter, my blood feels like the snow
In my prison I am froze, why not just let go.......