antipunk

His white collar job doesn't suit him anymore.
He wants to vomit life upon the floor.
He stares off into space, "hmm, how do I save face?"

Its a realization! That happiness is fraud...
"When I'm happy I feel like... something is wrong"
"Like its been a lie, all, along..."

He's sick and tired of cubed in walls!
Bored to death of pointless calls!
Strung...
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I want to make mannequins out of them. Tie little strings and pull there mouths open while there bodies twitch. So close... look at the them squirm as I touch them gently... Such truth be told that fear has gripped them into death. Its sad and pathtic but at least I play before I feast... but I"m usally bored by the time I eat. Look...
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Im sleepy and tired. I want to close my eyes forever...awaken never. I dream of greater things that mean nothing but hold value to me. I dream to be free escape this tragedy known only as reality. I want less friction in the cogs rotation, rotation, rotation.

Wet palms...sniffling, I'm trying to concentrate.."whats that sound?" "Who is it? is it them???"
Paranoia setting in...co-co puff smokin stuff... Mmmm my teeth are numb and I can barely taste the blood running down the back of my throat. To much or never enough? One is to many and a thousand is never enough...hmmm I'll think about it when I feel like shit comming down.

She was like silence in the long scream of distress. Calm during the tempest...
warm, soft and fragile... not like what I'm used to...the delusional.
The innocent unconvicted of any crime, she was mine. A toy labled do not touch, I had to much, she was broken with a single smile...I had to stay awhile, now the time has come to run away with me,...
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5 sun sets and 4 sunrises without closing my eyes...
What day is it? It feels like yesterday... My heart is beating louder than the police sirens going off in my head...
I haven't hungered only fiended...more more more, I don't want to close my eyes, I can't close my eyes...

Its a race I'm running 1,2,3 switch, 1,2,3 switch, 1,2,3 switch. How many days...
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"A story teller right? Its why you do what you do, for the stories?"

"No, I'm lost. If I only knew who I was I could go somewhere...",
"Show me, tell me...but there is only silence...always only silence..."
"The silence is a reflection of the truth...there there is nothing!"

Hahahahahaha.

"I Thought You were a whore!?!?"
"I give you drugs and you give me sex!"
"Well I don't really want the sex, but I want to pay you for it, lets just say we had it!"
I masterbate to thoughts of crime, acts against the state, ideas rebelling aginst relegion. I beat off to sacrilage, I fuck whores for the frown from society. I'm...
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Hedonism can get so boring...its like cheating on a video game. At first its like" wow cool awesome, something new! yea!!!" Then it gets boring and old and you realize you have everything and there is nothing to look forward to.

So it becomes even more depressing and pathetic...because now you still do the drugs, the alcohol and the sex but its pointless and you...
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Just chug it.
Don't smell it, don't even thiink about the smell.
Just chug it, you can do it.
Just another ordinary bottle. C'mon now, stop hesitating.
Put the bottle to your lips and chug it!

*Glug, Glug, Glug, Glug, Glug*

FASTER! Don't think about the taste!

*Glug, Glug, Glug, Glug, Glug*

ehhhh, oh my god, still 3/4 of a bottle left!
It burns like...
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My friends are just as lost in apathy as me. They shout "Revolt!" from the top of there lungs as someone comes to drag them away, yet when untouched by society they waste away.

Hypocrits, or just plain lazy. It is a just feeling to oppose the oppressor, but how just can you feel when its done only in times of conviction?

Hopeless fighters well...
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I'm not insane.

I swear to God, I'm not.

Its only culture shock.

There are no limitations.

You can always travel deeper and farther away.

I never grow tired of depressing.

I swear I'm not insane.