

The Killing TimeI'm bridging the gapThe Killing Time
from here to eternity
mental nirvana
devouring as i near it
all the time in the world is mine,
devaluing my life
with every painful second
minutes like razors
carving away at my flesh
hours like salt
pouring into my wounds
as hapless as this may seem,
the inlightenment of sure desolation
is able to numb me


2i am but a tear drop2
in the sorrow of reality
now drowning
in a pool of apathy
I'm blinded by repressed memories
as if haunted by the past
with my escape
i inhale lies
and exhale love
for if i must continue to be
it mustn't be in a state of bliss


1the melancholy life in which i live1
is sucking the life out of me
acting as a leech with an unquenchable thirst for my soul
fearing all that i am
and all i may become
isolation, able to console me
but with this isolation
i have fertilized the egg of depression
hope in which was never gained
has already been lost
nails driven through each palm
i dangle there
crucified
and the same words come to mind
"my god, why have you forsaken me?"
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my sanity is made of wood, and you are a termite
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I'm straight but not narrow.
The mind is like a parachute. It works best when OPEN!!!
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my sanity is made of wood, and you are a termite
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I'm straight but not narrow.
The mind is like a parachute. It works best when OPEN!!!
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my sanity is made of wood, and you are a termite
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All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.
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my sanity is made of wood, and you are a termite
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All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.
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