worse than before
I was stung out of my own bed
and woke with my head upon the floor
I can't see the end
it can't be far from here
I don't know what I still try
when it's my own existance that I fear
I want to be alone
and think I think I will be soon
I should be animated dead and cold and lifelessss like a cartoon
while I'm busy hating me
you got the world in your grasp
kill me and my sarcasm
so I can be free, finally, at last
10:59am 9-25-03