| EPIPHANY Somewhere, a couple is holding eachother close. Somewhere a man is killing himself, and no one knows why. Somewhere someone is sleeping. Somewhere someone is cheating on their girlfriend. Or drinking. Or tripping. I am sitting on the edge of a cliff, on a Friday night, at two in the morning. I am none of these people. I am alone with myself. My past. My best friend is my notebook. It's where I go to for advice. Where I go to talk about the day. It's where I go to write. In this notebook I'll write the song that will get me signed. In this notebook I will rewrite my life. In this notebook I write about the moon over Catalina. Epiphany says, "You are a writer." Epiphany says, "You are crazy. You write for expression, because you have no where else to run. You write for others." Epiphany says, "It's time for a change." Epiphany says, "Write from what you know, and there will be others who will be able to relate." Epiphany says, "Somewhere a couple is holding each other close. Somewhere a man is killing himself and no one knows why. Somewhere someone is cheating on their girlfriend. Somewhere someone is sitting on a cliff writing." Epiphany says, "You are a writer. You are everywhere and everyone, and you will write about it." |
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| SHUT ME DOWN Shut me down now Like you shut me down before I love your glowing eyes As you're slamming the door Your sense of security Gained at my expense But slamming every door Doesn't make any sense Shut them out now They're not a part of you Everything you say Everything you do Claim xenophobia But you wish you had their help Saying that you're fine But your life's a living hell Assumption The hands that rock the cradles head Wishes you were a demon instead So if your born a human disease Let us raise you to displease As your Assuming. Still living off hatred Or reacting to another Like lead acid in the eyes Or maybe it was more like 80w-90 on the skin Feels sensual to begin But dries you out Like a flare Burnt crispy, in a last orgasmic warning You get pissed off That maybe once again you learned That there are those levels you grind yourself on To the bone Flaky white, and gnawing still Trying to see What I always did |
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