I try to watch my thoughts but when everything comes through it's chaos and death and all the terrible nightmares that sit and lie and wait licking their chops and waiting to drag me back down to that place where my demons rest and tear apart my insides inside a place so dark and hollow and yet so beautiful in a world of imperfection and yet so tragic in its lack of self-confidence despite all its ego and that damning desire for purpose for itself and it is driven to madness by the memories and the pain and greed that it so despises itself for and being filled with so much anger and morbidity and oh what a want to kill it to come to an end where all I want is you and me and all the things that slip away at certain times of night.
Author notes
Here's the first one of those poem-esque backgrounds I wrote. A little shorter for your enjoyment. I appoligize for so much angst.
Written May 24th, 2005
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