Oct 06, 2005 01:56
hoplessly in line
they'll all be mine
chipping away at my sanity
will i ever be free [of you]
so im chillin in ventura and trying to have a ball things dont always turn out with the force we expect them to but not much that can be changed in that aspect i feel really lost in this world i cant focus theres an underlying menace just tearing away at me and i cant find him, he knows everything abuot me, and where to attack for the most painful blows, i cant understand anything ive become my worst fears have come true he gaping hole inside me hasnt closed and i doubt it ever will no amount of armor in the world will be able to compencate ive just become tragicly weak i cant help anyone i cant make everything ok but i can go mr self destruct and the more and more i feel this way the more the idea becomes appealing traveling old paths i swore to never look back on but it is my way to dwell in the past for all its horrors and wonders i force my self to sit down and watch it all relive the pains the struggles and the brief glimpses of happiness ive had and how my greatness will exceed all and leave them buried in the sand its only a matter of time