January 24th, 2003

zissou

how do you tell an angel that you don't believe in god?

hiding from my paranoid self-destruction
this wall never cracks, never breaks
the sun fades, dying below the moon's shade
drifting until i'm barely holding on
the rusty heap of armor left behind
shades of were and are and could be
elusive, fleeting, shattered
fading with the hopes that brought them
running chasing falling crying dying
night after night its all the same
demons devouring what's hidden from light of day
tearing away the skin
wounds left to fester long after the rising sun
i rise to find i still breathe
life i guess it goes on
crawl into my new skin
wondering when i'll be whole inside again
  • Current Music
    Blue October - Angel
zissou

40,000 men and women every day...

car still dead. probably will be after i try to get it jump started later once i get home. *crosses fingers that it'll run* if it's still dead after trying to give it a jump, i'm stuck at home for the night. not that i had plans otherwise, but at least i had a means of escaping the evil grasp of the home unit. i expect stir craziness to kick in after a couple hours, followed by a nap and then another late night sitting at the computer until i feel compelled to sleep. i lead such an exciting life. I'll just go get my drink on with Chrissy and gang.
  • Current Music
    Prodigy - Narayan