090817 

the last vestiges of reality 
slipping away from me 

this twisted heart 
accused of lying 

I feel hurt
that you expected me to do that 
you say you didnt ? 
at least thats how i felt 

poem : them ...

050817 / 060817

they kind of pull you apart 
they rip you to pieces 
blown to smithereens 

n then they hold you down
n jab it in your arse  

water in my shoe 
i got soaked through 

song : a dark time

040817

in a dark time
you can write your name 
in the dust 
rust is spreading 
weeds are growing 
they're taking over 
I'm broke 
n i just don't wanna be here 

its just overwhelming to go through that
and very devastating to my state of mind,
its very undermining to have to spend so much time
concentrating on my weaknesses