Passenger17

04.08.02

Enraged with the guilt I have kept hidden so long...the
guilt, of eating my chocolate house
You don't like the chocolate house
Enraged with the guilt I have kept hidden so long...the
guilt, of eating my candy floss trees which grow in the mud
and dirt of the streets, the mud and dirt that I am
Enraged with the guilt I have kept hidden so long...the
guilt, of eating my flame trees and pitchfork bent fires
which grow in the mud and dirt of the clouds the mud and
dirt that I am
I look like a tree to you...you are dirt to me. I feed off
your hate give me some candy floss, you dirt!
The tree bent in the wind..Then it snapped and went
The rocks melting in the snow..Now they're cracked and bent
The fire is hot and burns, but I don't really care
Because I know that you're not here, but still, I don't
know where
The tree is hot the mud is cold the grass is blue the
flowers are bald
The black fire burning me...choking, killing me
I lay on the floor waiting for god
But he doesn't turn up
Now I realize there's no god
And I’m alone
I turn over
And a candle is lit
A candle is lit in the fire
There is a god
That god is I
But...I'm dead

Ah. I can't write for my life.

-tired- I got woken up at 10 this morning by the stupid
bitch next door playing her music. Of course, when I was
fully awake, she turned her music off. I really hate them.

I keep forgetting my stud on my nose, and I keep knocking
it. which hurts. And my arms hurt. And my head hurts. Ahhh!!

I'm still angry from lastnight when a certain somebody
decided he was leaving for good, and didn't even bother to
tell me. Oh, fuck it. The world is expanding to leave me
alone. Blah, blah, blah.