burning infant

Jul 08, 2004 23:07

everyone stepped right out of their security shells tonight. even security and the weapons it waz wrapped in did. foot first on the cold wet cement. and all i do iz linger beneath the lightening we created. everybody up at such a panic pace, lead by dressing gowns and grey hopefuls. i waz actually frightened too.



i've locked myself into this blurred and foggy kingdom. which iz run by the adrenalin in chains swimming in my stomach. i drown in these constant extremes. it's just black and white and never the grey. step down, you're alone, let go, you'll be home. and i can fade away. and let you walk away. and i say all of that and still count the beats inside. i count what matters even if i don't know the exisiting situation. stark. raving. mad. and to be apprehensive from sinking into feeling too much iz an utter misery. to hold back on feeling even if it's every drop you have leaking out of you. all i do then iz swallow all that dropped into the bucket and wonder why i let it overflow. but it's because i can't. i can't put a lid on it. i can't adjust it. i wont. no such thing az a balanced extreme. just stick to the grey and blend in with the walls. the thought of it though, only makes me linger more.

i bought a doors poster today and put it on my ceiling.
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