not_to_regret (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} not_to_regret) wrote,@ 2005-02-24 06:05:00 |
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Painfully Sweet
Red light blinking. nowhere to go. I feal myself drifting farther and farther away. beyond the point of resessitation. Im blowing .08 and still bringing up the rear. fealing redemption is way past due, I wanna puke at the thought of feeling alone. I've felt this before, felt bitter and sweet, felt pain and remorse. I didnt like it at all. i wont like it at all again. But, here it comes, spreading through me like disease. Setting my heart Ablaze.
Amazement is far from near. It all seems so unclear. and yet. I'm like that chair that is there for decoration. dont go near it, its all for show. And i dont even put myself in this position! it seems like other people do it for me. A voice, without a face, well not a face worth anything.
Either way, its a hopeless case, thinking, contemplating, dreaming...of the same god damn things. Its hopeless, im still TORN. Insanity is not an option, its a way of life, and my path.. well thats undecided, but it looks like i'll be living in a deep dark. hole. a endless tunnel of. fate and it implodes my sense of self.
Cell phone is ringing, answer. Green light to go. Stepping forth in an endevour i dare not claim as my own. We all make choices that correct or infect previous choices of regret.
Red light blinking. nowhere to go. I feal myself drifting farther and farther away. beyond the point of resessitation. Im blowing .08 and still bringing up the rear. fealing redemption is way past due, I wanna puke at the thought of feeling alone. I've felt this before, felt bitter and sweet, felt pain and remorse. I didnt like it at all. i wont like it at all again. But, here it comes, spreading through me like disease. Setting my heart Ablaze.
Amazement is far from near. It all seems so unclear. and yet. I'm like that chair that is there for decoration. dont go near it, its all for show. And i dont even put myself in this position! it seems like other people do it for me. A voice, without a face, well not a face worth anything.
Either way, its a hopeless case, thinking, contemplating, dreaming...of the same god damn things. Its hopeless, im still TORN. Insanity is not an option, its a way of life, and my path.. well thats undecided, but it looks like i'll be living in a deep dark. hole. a endless tunnel of. fate and it implodes my sense of self.
Cell phone is ringing, answer. Green light to go. Stepping forth in an endevour i dare not claim as my own. We all make choices that correct or infect previous choices of regret.
