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| 238 11/20/03 �Blue� Delusional thoughts and actions that always seem to follow, A warped sense of reality accompanied by the hollow, Is it actually there or just causingly confined in my head, How is it not pointless now really to even get out of bed I struggle to come to grasp in just what in fact I cannot hold, This metaphorical headache is to be something to behold, With no clear goal or reason other then to not hurt ones around, The discombobulation and mutilation is self-destruction in the sound Eight sudden cries played out across this canvas that is my work of art, All unique in reason feeling size and all that sets them apart, Just what do you say to someone that can�t possibly understand the call, There is just a point where logic falls and an unseeing sense prevails in it all Though being back to where I was I see it all playing back in my mind, First comes this then that but it�s not the same now as it starts to unwind, Nowhere to run or anyone to hide with this time around to fall out, Only exposed to the elements which pick and peal at the about Like trying to force puzzle pieces together that just don�t belong, Is every breath I take not knowing or able to say what�s wrong, With only tears and/of desperation to truly express what I need to say, I am currently powerless in controlling this mind filled with dismay Far off in the distance but not yet completely out of sight to succumb, There lying motionless on the horizon just waiting for the outcome, I can�t seem to escape that of which I cannot accept to be true, �Everything�s blue in this world, the deepest shade of mushroom blue.� - "Everything's blue....mushroom blue"- from the song The Downward Spiral by Nine Inch Nails |