when the bullet hits the bone
my own head feels like a curse. a curse that spans across the ocean sickening sailors lost at sea. if dead men tell no tales will memories be enough to live forever? the verdict has come in it says i am guilty for my sins. i thought i could escape but i finally felt the weight of my crimes. but instead of prison i will sleep alone tonight. why is it human nature to destroy whats beautiful? i just want to shut off. disassemble. i wish i could drink all my problems away. i would say that i was numb but this time around i feel everything. just five or ten drinks then maybe i would want to see people or do things. i could laugh and get lost in the moment. nothing seems worth it. i miss my couch that you couldnt get out off. i miss my red chair. my dog. i miss all my things. now i have been reduced to two car fulls of shit. i miss those walls. i guess i didnt realize how happy i was until i felt as sad as i am. what do i got left, nothing. boxes of shit that i cant even look at. friends with empty faces. what the hell happen to my life. i guess theres nothing to hide when youre by yourself. i find myself franticly packing skeletons in my closet just so i can open and look. as long as i hide the key nothing can take them away from me. now the only thing that seems is its only in dreams.