(0220) fuzzy carbon footprint

stench is getting strong. can't feel any bones. coughed out another soul, and i feel like a flower without petals. let me taste the rain, another form of pain... just like every last dollar. the fire's gone, but nothing is holding back the song.

amnesia comes and goes. stuck in the right lane. dead while awake. alive while asleep. 3x the strength on saturdays.

look for me on your way down. i'll be wearing the black shirt, facing the ground. when it's time to run, the alarm will make that high-pitched sound.

(0219) fickle attention

four years. four years without a clue. no notes or letters. no missed phone calls. no phone calls at all. resuscitate me because it's almost too late. skins falls and i faint. dead instruments playing the perfect hymn, and the bones just rot away. memories were just illusion. the exit i meant to get off at isn't even there anymore. your face - smashed into the earth one day, and as we wait, teeth slowly decay. your face was the only depiction of beauty i knew. oh, how naive and primitive. a fucking lie so i just keep driving with no reason nor destination. silence. silence at last.

should've made other decisions, but i digress. if only a moment too late. paranoia pinned me with the frown of guilt and the realization of imminent uncontrollable random reactions. still, it bleeds. and only at death can it end.

"i'm insane. it's your fault."