zombieshark

sometimes it feels as if the entire world has fallen onto my back and dug it's claws in, trying to crush all my dreams, and tear me to pieces for even aspiring to work for them. this makes me glad that i'm strong enough to shrug it off and tell it to get fucked.

driven, by a need to feel emotion
driven, by a need for internal fire
a craven desire for an emo pyre
smile and laugh with my broken teeth
grinning skull taunts the dying beast
a brazen desire for an emo pyre
all my prose soaked in all my fears
all my life a broken record skipping
the cycle to end and begin again
click, click, click.. click.. click..
i live, i see, i cry, i breathe, i smile.
i die inside again. rebirth.



my new spikes kind of look like little horns and i love them.

this war thing is bothering me, it's got me all keyed up and i don't know what to do with myself because either nobody else cares, or they're sleeping, and im awake, because i'm always awake. thinking. awake. thinking. awake. thinking. always. thinking.
i reiterate on a previous question, why is it so hard to find someone to go for a ride, or even just talk to, at 3am?

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ahhhh.. sweet tedium.