Painted murder on the wall...footsteps coming down the hall. To the window through the blinds. I run away but I still hear the footsteps closing in. This time the plane is going down. Double over, get ready...I'm alergic to the light and the darkness brings me fright.Trough the peephole I saw the suicidal neighbours. They turned the doornob, came in again. Someone sleeping in my bed...closed my eyes and...I had a dream inside a dream. I woke so many times I don't know if I'm awake...Jam the forceps in my eyes. Keep them open through the night. Listen to a grating voice. The night speeks, it says "Hey" to morning. "It's great to meet again. Out of bed you sleepyhead."
work work work...it's all I ever do...and people always wonder why I'm so damn depressed...but the funny thing is...I'm not really. I've just been working far too much lately. Can't wait for January...gonna go home and get some more tattoo work done at long last. Well...off to bed to wake up and work another 12 hour shift tomarrow. If anyone wants to leave me something nice to read it'd be welcomed with a smile...I'm starting to loose my faith that there's some social people out there.
-Peace
work work work...it's all I ever do...and people always wonder why I'm so damn depressed...but the funny thing is...I'm not really. I've just been working far too much lately. Can't wait for January...gonna go home and get some more tattoo work done at long last. Well...off to bed to wake up and work another 12 hour shift tomarrow. If anyone wants to leave me something nice to read it'd be welcomed with a smile...I'm starting to loose my faith that there's some social people out there.
-Peace