Last Words of Theory
By eihcir x
Conversations. They swallow my frustrations. These words are wasted over and over again. Pull back on the new age drama and this mother fucking trauma. So come on, repeat "You'r anger is still till the day you carry home". So alone. Is this the way to pass out patience. Fuck all, take all, lose all, engrave all. This new future is a one that paves way for head shrugs and nonsense through sad sick perversions. New versions of a world fallen into that old time oblivion. Tell me who i am now, for this i wonder. Under water i could drown like the breathless flaw that i've become without a second spared. Yes i care. Yes i feel. How can tomorrow be revealed if today you've only buried me so far, so full, so tired......no more. Written September 22nd, 2001 © on Sep 22 2001 03:16 PM PST 10 • 0 • 9
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"Conversations. They swallow my frustrations. These words are wasted over and over again. Pull back on the new age drama and this mother fucking trauma. So come on, repeat "You'r anger is still till the day you carry home". So alone. Is this the way to pass out patience. Fuck all, take all, lose all, engrave all. This new future is a one that paves way for head shrugs and nonsense through sad sick perversions. New versions of a world fallen into that old time oblivion. Tell me who i am now, for this i wonder. Under water i could drown like the breathless flaw that i've become without a second spared. Yes i care. Yes i feel. How can tomorrow be revealed if today you've only buried me so far, so full, so tired......no more...."