posted February 17, 2003 18:18
 
 
somtimes here, sometimes gone ever lasting, ever torn shadows seething, shadows born now again I walk alone in the vally of the dread in the shadows of my mind in the darkness of the time I am broken, I am sad never talking of my end theres is strangeness in the sand as I walk about my hand time is nearing all that was nothing stays the way it was somtimes nothing matters sometimes nothing shows if I felt alone inside you you alone can feel me now I tear my self away darkness binded me this way love is sickness of my mind hope is flickering inside I was once a holy man now I try and understand there is sadness in my eyes and a tear in a disguise all the questions I have asked never awnser me my past I have walked a life of pain I have lost all that I gained weak and feeble is my will now control me does it still take my hands away from evil and I pull away from good chains upon my heavy mind hold me down upon this place waiting for a change in space that will lead to change of ways I can't hold my mind like this nothing matters now that was yet I can not take control scared and cold I walk alone I have greatness deep inside yet I hide and fear I die as I walk upon the sands of time ever wanting to become yet I feel as if it's nothing yet I feel as there's no hope everytime I hold the power everytime I hold some hope yeat the darkness flows all over as the mind will meet defeat and I enter sadness thus I enter inner hate tell me now the truth that is tell me now that way it was guide me past the shadows border show me ways I did not wish to see give me hope upon your shoulders give me rise upon thy steed speed me off above the mountains and the steel of my self deciet tell me now I have the power tell me now I have to stay let me not wander far away thus I enter all that was living life as I have chose
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xcuse me while i kill my self blow my brain across the wall fuck you all, how do you do fuck me? fuck you too and now i end this all
posted February 18, 2003 09:15
Very intuitive. Masterful even.
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As I gaze up at the night sky in my own fair time, I look back down and see the devastation. This post-nuclear world. It's terrible. But at least we got Nuka-Cola, warm and flat, the drink of the post-apocalyptic civiliztion. Generation Next!