Monday, April 02, 2007

Pure randomness.


Life.... Should be like this, for me.

Eat junk, drinking nights away, work out, smoke, club, sleep. Eat junk, drink myself silly, work out ,smoke, club till the sun comes out, sleep.

You get me.

I need sentosa. I don't need you.

I was talking to ____. And i realised how pathetic i was. How much time i've been wasting. Life's been regimentally routine-like, as you can see from the above denotation, but i seem to enjoy it. Perhaps i should stop living this lie. This beautiful facade which i had effortlessly painted for myself. Everything, the easy way out. But i know i'm struggling inside, fighting to surface to reality to grasp a breath of fresh air.

Well, like it or not, this is reality, and, you need air to breathe. I hate it.

I love you but i hate the fact that you exist.
today I woke up haunted
disbelief and disrepair
trying to grasp the nature of this cerebral asphyxiation
there exists no straight line to guide me
and nothing physical enough to inundate my brain
the dream side again has warped
my conscious eye and these hallucinations appear so vivid
and so tangible
I don't know how to define
or describe this kind of confusion the vortex
I'm getting sucked into is spinning inadequacies
and twisting intentions
the analytical mind is no closer to the truth than
the oblivious and I'm too preoccupied
too absorbed into that which I can only feel
for my rational head to help at all
it'd be so perfect to disappear. it's time to dissolve and drift away



He sits alone at a table in a small cafe
Drowning his tears in a bottomless cup of coffee
And hes tumbling into his thoughts
His memories are all tied in knots
And who is going to save him
No one wants to know him

She stands alone in a place where no one knows her name
She catches them staring they turn around and vanish the frame
And shes nursing her head and her pride
She died long ago deep down inside
And who is going to save her
No one wants to know her

I cant believe that you'd pull on a sleeve when you cry
You stick in the knife then give the kiss of life
Live the lie
And we all have a saviour
So do yourself a favour
Stop livin the lie

He sits alone and looks up to the eyes of an angel
She catches him staring and smiles the smile of an angel
And she asks him if this chair is free
He said yes will you sit here with me
No one would have saved him
We should all learn from them

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