Jack's Twisted Kingdom
i can find no wrong in this poetic german philospher
i find the whole apollonian/dionysian outlook beyond words.
then again the struggle for control of the life force has
been something i have yet to come to terms with.
so go figure.
i have set myself up to fail...
i intermingle with false hope to much.
i guess i have the soul of a clown that always tends to
fuck it up at that last inspiring moment.
i have always wondered why people fear clowns.
maybe its the horror behind the paint.
something came to mind earlier that i have toyed with for
the past hour or so...
do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a strange hour
like a scaring over-friendly guest you�ve
brought to bed
death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders
see i lied...
i am afraid
i have a disillusionment with life
fuck it im still looking for the validity of my own
im on the verge of the abyss people.
one blink away from destiny.
maybe i will pull through
maybe i don't even fucking want to.
that is all...