one of those fucking awful black days when nothing is pleasing and everything that happens is an excuse for anger
an outlet for emotions stockpiled
an arsenal
an armor
these are the days when I hate the world
hate the rich
hate the happy
hate the complacent
the tv watchers, beer drinkers, the satisfied ones
because I know I can be all those little hateful things and then I hate myself for realizing that
there is no preventative, directive, or safe approach for living
we each know our own fate
we know from our youth how to be treated and how we'll be received and how we shall end
these things don't change
you can change your clothes, change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents
but sooner or later your old self will always catch up
always it waits in the wings
Ideas swirl but don't stick.
They appear but then run off like rain on the windshield.
one of those rainy day car rides
my head imploded
the atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull
wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold
walls of gray
nothing good on the radio
not a thought in my head
be safe
I know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead.
"be safe" - the cribs
an outlet for emotions stockpiled
an arsenal
an armor
these are the days when I hate the world
hate the rich
hate the happy
hate the complacent
the tv watchers, beer drinkers, the satisfied ones
because I know I can be all those little hateful things and then I hate myself for realizing that
there is no preventative, directive, or safe approach for living
we each know our own fate
we know from our youth how to be treated and how we'll be received and how we shall end
these things don't change
you can change your clothes, change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents
but sooner or later your old self will always catch up
always it waits in the wings
Ideas swirl but don't stick.
They appear but then run off like rain on the windshield.
one of those rainy day car rides
my head imploded
the atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull
wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold
walls of gray
nothing good on the radio
not a thought in my head
be safe
I know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead.
"be safe" - the cribs
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nilloh:
oh i know so well what you mean about your old life always catching up to you...
gdon:
You look poised to go rob a liquor store.