traviscommeau

sad time when images you have imagined people with are torn away... good i guess in the long run, but my phsyical revulsion at the very image of blow is without bounds. the very idea makes me want to push away people i love, fuckin' hell. by all accounts very decent people, but the most shameful mark on them...

meh, obscure and meaningless to any of you, right enough, but i needed to vent...

<dismemberment plan>
well i, i am a time bomb and i, i lay forgotten at the bottom of your heart...
i'm fine, ticking away the hours to blow your world apart

i, i am a land mine and i, i lay on the soil burned out by battles you thought
you'd won, i've got time... to wait for the footsteps.. of a memory that's on
the run...

i, well i am a trip wire, and i, i'm stretching across the road you're
barreling down tonight...a thinish twine, waiting to be released right beyond
your sight

well i, i am a time bomb i only live in that one moment in which you die... its
not right, its not what i wanted then but you know and i know there's no going
back