Studdered speech, and gasping for breath,
I move about like a tortoise on ecstacy
So tired of living, having to deal
but at the same time wanting nothing more
or less
All I can see is light in a dark room, darkness in the sun
one eye gathers all while the other is looking past, at something
bigger, maybe more entertaining.
A flower and an empty apartment would be describe this feeling
a feeling of.. what?
I don't know..
Wishing for a change but doing nothing to make it happen.
Makes sense to me, does it to you?
I'm tired of fake people, fake friends, fake zebras stuffed with
marshmallows.
A violin bow scratches and tears at my last string,
the others have given up from exhauston.
I've played these strings much too long, now brown with dirt
and sweat.
I have nothing better to do.
Unless I was to cause some kind of social uproar, like kill
somebody.
Have you found my rhythmn yet?