|i can't feel a thing|
and god it feels great
my world and all the people in it
come in thunderstorms and droughts
and i am the ocean
vast, powerful, dangerous
and at the will of gravity
pieces of me evaporate into you
we fall together
and sink into the earth
only to reappear somewhere else
the process is so painless
an ecosystem for the damned
so that we may live this life over
and over again
to pay for our sins
i say the only sin we are guilty of
is mistaking comfort for happiness
and i have to ask you
is the happiness you've found as disappointing
as you always knew it would be?
how do you fill the spaces between the rain?
do you keep your stagnant memories of better times in barrels?
do you keep them in a freezer, my friend?
do you let them just run through your hands and sink back into
the nothingness from whence they came -
the nothingness for which they were created?
can't you hear me?
i am ready to chase the storm
|my my how reluctant we all are to change|
|FUCK ALL YOU FUCKING PEOPLE|
STOP TRYING TO FUCKING CHANGE EVERYBODY AND FUCKING LOOK AT YOURSELF FOR ONCE
SHUT THE FUCK UP AND FUCKING SIT THE FUCK DOWN
AND LEAVE ME THE FUCKING HELL ALONE
|i have been dead every single day since you left.|