rift

Long day at work. Carcass in the street on the way home. Dead dog with tire tracks through it. This city...

Rock show was good, a small moment of catharsis. Screamed myself hoarse. Thinking of driving to Long Beach tomorrow night to do it again. No plans yet for the weekend. LA SG's feel free to coax me out of the apartment.



I would have told you those things you wanted to hear
And I would have cared
The way you thought no one ever would.
And now my heart bleeds cold.
I refuse to be caressed by stone.
I now live emotionless and free from your pain.
My heart bleeds the darkest blood.
My heart is cold as stone
A rock feels no pain
No laughter. no loving. no contact.