no rest
I seem to have a case of insomnia. I haven't slept for 3 days now and I still feel perky.
I'm going to get drunk and pass out tonight because I know I need to rest.
I hate the taste of the achohol I have.
I won't enjoy this drunkeness. I like having my wits about me. I hate feeling out of control.
I'm scared of what the near future holds for me.
Pain will come. Trial will come. A compleate physical and mental breakdown will come.
I will be built anew from the ashes of my former self.
I'm scared who they will make me.
I'm afraid I don't have a choice.
I'm bound by rules and laws in a world of chaos and entropy.
I don't want to die.
I know I might soon.
I think I forgot what love feels like.
I'm to tired to explain my feelings.
I thought of a new song a few days ago. It haunts me, begs me to finish it. I'm stuck as to where it should go, how it should move, what I should say.
The world is a stage,
In shades of grey.
The people players,
In this twisted game.
I know I should act,
I know I should try.
My costume in tatters,
My lines forgot.
A classic story,
The good and bad.
A frightful tale,
from where I'm at.
Am I a hero,
Am I the end.
The sides are bluring,
The lines are drawn.
The world is a stage,
In shades of grey.
The people players,
In this twisted game.
I know I should act,
I know I should try.
My costume in tatters,
My lines forgot.
I feel I'm nothing,
in greater schemes.
I know I'm lacking,
In finer things.
My will is weak,
and my back is strong.
My will is breaking,
and now I'm gone.
The world is a stage,
in shades of grey.
the people players,
in this twisted game.
I know I should act,
but I know I won't.
my costume's tattered
I'm forgot
Its still not done I have to refine it and such. no sleep seems like its good for my creativity. I wish it were as good for my playing and production skills.
7 inchs of snow on the ground so I don't think I'll be going anywhere anytime soon. I should have time for this inbetween my workouts and my wife and my baby.
who am I kidding this will get half done and then saved never to be heard again.
I wish I could finish half what I start. I'd have so many things to show for my effort.
love, peace, and chicken grease,
Mark
I'm going to get drunk and pass out tonight because I know I need to rest.
I hate the taste of the achohol I have.
I won't enjoy this drunkeness. I like having my wits about me. I hate feeling out of control.
I'm scared of what the near future holds for me.
Pain will come. Trial will come. A compleate physical and mental breakdown will come.
I will be built anew from the ashes of my former self.
I'm scared who they will make me.
I'm afraid I don't have a choice.
I'm bound by rules and laws in a world of chaos and entropy.
I don't want to die.
I know I might soon.
I think I forgot what love feels like.
I'm to tired to explain my feelings.
I thought of a new song a few days ago. It haunts me, begs me to finish it. I'm stuck as to where it should go, how it should move, what I should say.
The world is a stage,
In shades of grey.
The people players,
In this twisted game.
I know I should act,
I know I should try.
My costume in tatters,
My lines forgot.
A classic story,
The good and bad.
A frightful tale,
from where I'm at.
Am I a hero,
Am I the end.
The sides are bluring,
The lines are drawn.
The world is a stage,
In shades of grey.
The people players,
In this twisted game.
I know I should act,
I know I should try.
My costume in tatters,
My lines forgot.
I feel I'm nothing,
in greater schemes.
I know I'm lacking,
In finer things.
My will is weak,
and my back is strong.
My will is breaking,
and now I'm gone.
The world is a stage,
in shades of grey.
the people players,
in this twisted game.
I know I should act,
but I know I won't.
my costume's tattered
I'm forgot
Its still not done I have to refine it and such. no sleep seems like its good for my creativity. I wish it were as good for my playing and production skills.
7 inchs of snow on the ground so I don't think I'll be going anywhere anytime soon. I should have time for this inbetween my workouts and my wife and my baby.
who am I kidding this will get half done and then saved never to be heard again.
I wish I could finish half what I start. I'd have so many things to show for my effort.
love, peace, and chicken grease,
Mark