over the hill...over kill, i love the serenade.
"my anger is a sign of disgust with myself..."
What else can I say about my life? I've been runnung away in circles, doomed to repeat my past mistakes. I cannot feel the sun on my face, not the way it used to feel. So full and spent. I want her to understand me. I know what I ask is the impossible, the choice of gods. i cannot evn begin to feel the loss. contemptible and dissolute. the hands are reaching for me. i no longer breathe. i no longer feel. my emotions have bled and dried. i was a heart on a sleeve. how long until i withered and died? it matters not. my mind is free and set. forth from the edge. i shall always love you. you who were never met. you who were always gone. i will not know your name nor will i know your face. as unworthy as i am, i can only pray that one day your face will kiss mine. "i always turn away...i always hesitate". ,tonight i let go of you. i pray that my life stays true.
What else can I say about my life? I've been runnung away in circles, doomed to repeat my past mistakes. I cannot feel the sun on my face, not the way it used to feel. So full and spent. I want her to understand me. I know what I ask is the impossible, the choice of gods. i cannot evn begin to feel the loss. contemptible and dissolute. the hands are reaching for me. i no longer breathe. i no longer feel. my emotions have bled and dried. i was a heart on a sleeve. how long until i withered and died? it matters not. my mind is free and set. forth from the edge. i shall always love you. you who were never met. you who were always gone. i will not know your name nor will i know your face. as unworthy as i am, i can only pray that one day your face will kiss mine. "i always turn away...i always hesitate". ,tonight i let go of you. i pray that my life stays true.