Led-Feather

here we are again. spilling.
im an expresser. i cant have pain without telling the whole world about it.
small glass, lots of water.
LOAAAADSSSSSSS!! !

WOOOOHOOO!
 

..
sorry.
i just wanna scream! WOAAAHAAAA°
but what good is it gonna do? screaming.. tsss.
it feels like my soul wants to escape the prison in my head.
a prison i have created.
whats screaming gonna do then?.. no.
not 1 thing. so what do you do? - you wait.. and you wait. in a room without doors, a burning building without escape doors. waching yourself burn..

silly in it?

-yes.
 
it can drive me round the binnn sometimes you know..
 
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ever felt that? like a gravity is working against you in some way, things heavyer than they should be.
yet you feel so light and non important, like a feather made of led in a huge dark room.. alone in space yet crowded with somethings eating you from the inside. thats madness,

the Mad Dog


yeeh.
thats the one.

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