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For three minutes youll be safe
unknown
betrayed
petrified
for three minutes youll enjoy life
youll hate it
accept it
deny it
for three minutes youll stare
hypnotically away
fearfully
and trembling
for three minutes youll know everything
understand nothing
think wonder
terrible thoughts
for three minutes youll be me
that didnt turn into anything did it?
u didnt expect as much
my brains on fire
and theres not a drop of asprin in this place
nothing more than forcfull words
to ease my pain
but its not that bad
i could be someone else i guess
someone who doesnt have sheets
or a pillow
or soft socks
yeah...
i could be homeless
shirtless
and have nothing but a name
a man can dream
to be nothing but a name
oh what a life thatd be
nothing to tie him down
no let downs
nothing to be angry about
only him and his world
naming everything else lesser words
but
its not like that
strings surrounding me
tv banging at my door
radio blasting terrible songs into my head
people constantly bickering
i want to sleep
i need it
but my head throbbs
and if tomorrow comes
this headache wont subside
im tired of correct grammer now
im just typing a bit
um never going to read this again
why does it matter?
do i really need that qyestiin mark?
nope
wheres my little red sqwiggly line to tell me ive done some word wrong
my vocabulary is becomeing to singular
Fuck
Shit
Yeah
Lame
No
Yes
sort
short i mean
oh well
live and let....somting
just ease on out you bastard headache
let that little stress bubble melt away into the night
clear out the ol mind
this is the next best thing to dreaming
quote yourself
Shit
wheres a pile of rocks when you need em
i need to camp
be outside
away from these radio waves
away from this machine
my eyes are going grey from all this LED light
i want to see stars again
i want to sing with the crickets
i guess for tonight ill hum with the house
the creaks and moans
the strange units outside turning on and off by themselves
theyll be the band
the silent world of this room
only made loud by my own doing
if only i could dance with the indians
shout
scream
yelp
WAHH
be nutty
civilitys killing me
i dont want to kind right now
i want to jump around a fire
priasing the earth
the deer
and the fish
the trees
alas
i am defeated
with my tail tucked between my legs
i will crawl off into this dungy room
smell myself as i lie in bed
and drift off into stale dreams...
but i guess it could always be worse
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Posted by benventure on 2009-09-13 04:20:54 | Rating: | Views: 10
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