i got a job:)

comfortably numb

"lay still, the pain will subside
anasthesia is provided
with an order of nicotine on the side"
slowly it creeps dissolving in his blood
the cacophony of the tools turn into quiet thuds

they smile in their kind politeness
in their mercy their grace
his condition they bless
"you are going to a nicer place....
soon....soon you will feel better
the rain shall go
it shall be shiny weather"

how does it matter
what they tell
how does it matter
what poison they sell
how does it matter
nothing matters now
not when not where
not why not how
stage is set
time to take a bow

silence, all colors turn white
faces blur into insignicant meaningless shapes
he looks around
his eyes covered in white drapes

finally he says
finally i have me
finally he says
finally i can just be

hazy shades of white light
the poison takes over
"why fight"
he leans his head back again
and closes his eyes for the final flight

inhale
exhale
peaceful sleep shall prevail

running with eyes shut
sleeping with eyes open
speaking nothing through words
silence speaking what cannot be spoken
still waters run deep
tired eyes just dont sleep

"murphy was a freakin' genius"

"citius altius fortius"

-the Olympic motto

"the greatest trick the devil pulled was to make people believe that he never existed"

every time i give up on something...i lose a part of me....its the same thing though each time....momentary happiness....complacency....a couple of angles of thought lost here....lost there....oversight....loss....disbelief...numbness...."appetite for destruction"....context....was working on getting something going...didnt follow through...pissed off