birth.

peace;
and your peace of mind.
ever think you're paranoid
but you know you're right.
tunes to set in the mood swings
it maybe fine.

savor for each burning sensation,
i am landing into time
where a place sets
no sun,
no strings,
nothing and

nothing seems to get me by.
not a drink of wine
to think maybe you are paranoid
to lose all that love
and you will forever find,
all you can muster

and be

just be mad.
cant think of sadness
just be mad.

however still awake on this tomorrow
no worries to leave behind,
halfway until you let the lights grow dim,
not an ounce to defecate,
you don't even have to floss
or take your shoes off
forgetting those blisters,
forgetting how you fought,,

unforgiving
just forgetting,

are we damned?
and so bitter
now so older.
my friends left all skill to listen,
that to relinquish what i cannot be
as i was always so tired...
as i said it before
just don't tell me
i wasn't here at all.

i have to be mad
losing control made me sure,
it seems like music to soothe the all bleeding.

the music molesting that muse.
time sets me in
godly wrath dwelling

the inhuman rage