(097) diminishing winds

input... output...

still no consolation.

too much time wasted. seems like i'm back at square one, but facing the other direction. at least there is no finish line... just babies falling out of windows. diminishing winds don't help. i can't slow down and concentrate. what's wrong with me? i think i'm fading away. my body, that is. polluting my airwaves, you're the ones who make it hard for me to breathe. wake up... who needs who?

(096) broken sentences

i will fuck you over and take your last breath right tout of you. i will eat the silence of your consequential remains. once again, your god isn't willing to talk to me tonight. four years ago, my eyes were blinded. that was four years ago.

the papers are still unfolding, but i still can't read the words. broken sentences. insensitive to the rhythm of your pulse - maybe because i'm hoping it runs out soon. i'm free because i believe i am. unfortunately, i just don't feel it. you had every chance in the world.

this is forever in the eyes of an atomic bomb. i've raped your spirit one too many times.

(095) this awful mess of traffic and streets

every single day, there's too many people in the way. and now we go around the big sound of nothing important and end back up in this awful mess of traffic and streets.

useless, just like her breath...just like his heart. as long as babies cry.

just because you feel something doesn't excuse ignorance.

here's to hoping you like the taste of broken shards... it's all you deserve.

(094) around the city block

around the city block, i can hear the noise that no one else notices. garbage trucks overflowing again; another sweet surprise. the air that we breathe - everyone is saying that it isn't clean.

the last few days, i know, have certainly been wasted. i hear you've had enough of the constant worry, and you're ready to just leave it all behind... and tomorrow the sun will be back to extract all the feelings of longing from your mind.

i need another way to end this night instead of feeling alone so i have to depend on a pill to make all my surroundings unknown.

(093) in other news

in other news, the sky was falling until i looked up.

(092) wasted breath

fuck you. out with the old, in with the new - just like everyone else. disappearing; fading away... no memories. you crushed them... a long time ago. i was never even given a proper chance. i was disregarded before i even figured out who the fuck either of us were. and now that i see, it doesn't even matter. i'm just another person to forget. another life that ended... out of my control.

wasted breath and infrared vision. different universes; same world. so close together, but so fucking far away. are you even real? colors don't always equal reality.

"there are no words to express the loss i feel since you've been away. you made this typical sad song; a physical classroom where i learned nothing - just flashes of your face.. just flashes of your face. and my solution is... it's all a facade, it's all a facade, it's all a facade, and nothing really matters now."