silence-is-bliss

everything leaves, never to return people come, then go, leaving me to my own leaving me to the screaming leaving me to the noise of the millions in my mind leaving me again to listen to the pain leaving me once more, all i want is silence why cant you stay and make it stop why cant you just remain somewhere near all ive ever wanted is anyone to be with me and all ive ever gotten is being left alone the one thing that makes the screaming stop the one thing that keeps the silence whole running across my skin, opening up my shell tearing across the outer remains of my whole sharp describes the pitch, as it describes the blade the

wishful thinking for the elysium to come my way instead anhedonia envelopes my every day melancholy is perpetual in a life like this and instead dejection defies every wish malaise is creating something uncontrollable overpowering perplexity, overcoming distress but in actuality, it seems that i love these the best the dolor of life, makes nothing seem as simple as the end what the fuck are we waiting for? let's jump off together, to finish a tragedy for some new shakespearian misery could possibly surround us possibly? completely, it seems all i know all you know too, because you can't get away thinking your happy, seems to jus

quiet stillness like a grave or the world if there is any difference between the two stations of an after life; yet what's the point of living if there is just some. after world to go to. not being yourself living a lie, living to die not knowing why is there any greater sin? living for death and destruction, demolishing obstruction what a pitiful game to win! a cross represents standing up for what you believe in and being chastised for it yet the pope shows it as a symbol of power finding it euphoric no matter what you do there will always be contradictions of life false truths babe ruths and others held high and id

all these faded peices of my life.... mean nothing I try so hard yet you look away remembering one kiss makes another horrible day I just need someone to hold me up but you've let go and now i'm falling away! away! all these faded peices of my life..... mean nothing you don't see me do you? you don't care do you? you don't know do you? you don't even cry do you? you don't see me you don't see me you don't see me At All....... all these faded peices of my life... mean nothing blind and oblivious absent of creation cold hard plotting thinking

everybody dies. we start dying when were born. so we might as well enjoy the most of it. that means why the hell not fuck everyone you can and do drugs and kill everyone you possibly can. your gonna die anyway. then that sneaking feelin of morality and "hell" pops into the back of your mind. No you cant do this because its wrong. but if i go out and kill some one for my country or "god", then its perfectly ok. as long as i help out the thing thats trying to control me everything will be ok. Universal morality my ass. the point of living is lost on me, where as dyin makes alot of damn sense. but i figure, before i go, i might as we