four thirty in the morning. for some reason, i'd rather be doing this in myspace. but myspace is being it's typical whore-self.
when all looks lost and dying, the blood brings us back again. the deepest crimson, screaming loud and free. the twinge in the veins stinging and singing it's swan song. dripping down pale flesh. the world is not over, is it? i'm not losing it, right? i can't sleep. i'm trapped inside my own head. i want to sleep. i want NOTHING more than to sleep. to curl up in a fetal position and spin the world on it's head in dreamy dreamland. and i would be there if i had someoen to talk to. someone who maybe cared. just maybe. but no one cares anymore. only about themselves. never about anyone else. well, it may be that.... or it just may be me. now, i'm not saying 'oh, no one cares about me!' in that angsty teenage way. no, i'm commenting on the trash i try to keep as 'friends', or at best 'acquaintances'. when they need me, i'm there. i'm there with bells on to listen. when i need them, they're nowhere the fuck to be found? what kind of shit is that? what kind of vile fucking people do i associate with? why am i even wasting my time talking about it? it's not going to do a goddamn bit of good. i'd rather stick my cock in to a motherfucking cheese grater than talk about it. because i don't like talking about shit. it isn't my style. i bottle it up ... until, well, it explodes. i'm sick of this shit. i'm sick of hearing one thing and being shown a motherfucking nother. oooooh i love you. but i won't call, i won't be so considerate as to let you know i want you to go fuck yourself. all my life i've heard and seen this shit, and it's fucking BULLSHIT. there's no other fucking word for it. i'm sick of it. I'M SICK OF THE MOTHERFUCKING HYPOCRISY. i want to set the world on fire. i want to sit up on the roof and watch the whole motherfucking thing burn. burn. burn. burn. BURN!!!! i want to douse everyone in gasoline and light the match. i'm sick of this shit and i'm done with it. fuck people. they don't give a DAMN about me, then i'll be GODDAMNED if i give a shit about them. i'm sick of the LIES. the bullshit. i'm goddamned sick of it. it runs deeper than hypocrisy. it's fucking lies... and fuck it. fuck 'em. fuck the world. i'm sick of it.
The blood brings us home again.
