Saturday, December 18, 2004

Anbandonment

That which was familar, that which i was looking too
Is suddenly and feeling more familar than i remeber
I have blockaded and detoured the course of my memory
So many unknown streets has it passed down that it soon
Forgets where it came from and where it needs to go

Thusisitspinninginmylittlelockedroom

Terrified and Paranoid, yet still cant manage to face the world
Through the facade that i put on everyday
I paint my face like the whore and come home feeling about the same
Of course through all these familar pathways, crossroads and trainwrecks
The urge to saturate stays the same

Ishkabah i beseach thee

1 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

i love you i love you i love you sooooo
8 days, kid.

10:53 AM  

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