again

Tue, 05/14/2013 - 22:21 -- baltich

Obvious screams bleeding out of my shifting soul.
“Close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades”
Alone with my contemplating mind. So Mind Fucked.
I can say its over, the week after it changes. I cant change some things.
Readiness?
LET THE BLOOD BLEED OUT you sorry fucking eyes. Only you would be mad.
Kill these thoughts.
Drift in and out of selfless oblivion.
I Want. To Destroy this self inflicted sabotage and drive the hatred out of my empty veins.
Move The Fuck On MOVE THE FUCK ON.

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