Untitled #2 (rambling of a lost soul)
I can't live anymore. Is it a momentary madness? When you can't sleep, When all you touch turns to dust in your mind... Nothing is thought, yet whole conversations are carried out in your head. When every word you inhale has no meaning, And you cannot comprehend your true loves... Raw happiness is light years away, and...the only thing you can feel is the fear... that you aren't what you want yourself to be, despite all of your godly effort, you are a phony,plastic, one of them... An animal that devours praise... Deep down inside you know the world is still turning, round and round it goes, and you are only a speck, a measly figure among billions of other insignificances. I am small, yet so largely aware of the corruption which burns through our cities like wildfire. Unity. The only cure I can imagine. Maybe it will kill the pain. All suffering will cease, and the words will flow once again. More beautiful than before... And the song isn't over... it has only just begun. Written November 21st, 2001 © on Nov 21 2001 02:37 PM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"I can't live anymore...."