pudding

its early but i am calling the day as being finished. i have no plans. i am bored. here is the crappy emo-poem i wrote earlier. you can kick me in the shins for it later.

the cuts itch
and there will be scars
deflated
with a raver kid twist
music, oh, sweet music
will it be enough to save my soul?
fast food junkie
and heretic, full time
hello little new soul
it takes a few chords
a few pixels
for me to forget what i've learned
four hell filled days
hell may be an overstatement
but the feeling kills
as does the disappointment
it always did
and forgeting is so easy
makes you want to pick up that nasty habit again
its glint caches my eye
but i stay away
it would be a waste
and i don't want to be wasted
i want to live a life of music
sounds you can't truely understand
what i hear in the silence
the silence i never welcomed
but i am here
be me for a minute
you'll feel it
its pain, its love, its everything
its a loss and a new perspective
like being thrown away
but the garbage is beautiful
try so hard not to be cute
its not taken seriously
or seriously enough
i want to be blue
it suites me
where is the limit?
when does it stop?