Another dream/nightmare. I would apologize for the recent lack of entries but if I did I'd be lying. Sides I needed a vacation from this, I have no regrets.
I am back in a room. All alone again with a bunch of writing scribbled along the walls. There was no door, so there was no escape. There was no ceiling, only and endless upward abyss. The walls were made of brick and some how I have acquired and endless well inked sharpy marker that I was able to write on the walls with, sometimes I got bored and slammed either my fist or my head into the wall to write with my own blood. All alone again with my own thought., I've even written in my head, scratched the words inside my skull so I can read them over and over to remember what I learned. Many words though kept on beating upon.
Your useless. Your an abomination. Your lonely. Your this. Your that. Blah. Blah. Blah.
I'm tired of my bitching, I want myself to shut up. The world will never change, WE need to change but I sick of myself being too ******** lazy to do anything. Too sad. Too everything. Just stop it already.
I myself some how produced a gun. I do believe it was a magnum, either way it was a gun. I pushed it inside my mouth, and pulled the trigger.
Langendorfer · Thu May 29, 2008 @ 04:37am · 0 Comments |