For all the hardcore rap i love, this would be close to my favorite song.
Anonimess Artist
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
Thursday, 2 February 2012
Too similar?
Too different.
This is your momento.
At the time we realise that the things that we already have are more beautiful than the things we still want, at that moment, we start living.
This is your momento.
At the time we realise that the things that we already have are more beautiful than the things we still want, at that moment, we start living.
Sunday, 22 January 2012
What the fuck is a sable anyway?
I perform at my best when it is in spite. I guess i'll thank you for it in years to come.
Last night it took me a reasonable amount of effort to convince someone how much I no longer cared what they did with their life. Maybe she thought I cared because I made a point of telling them I don't care, as if that were an attempt to mask my care factor. That and I think she expected me to care; I didn't and still don't care.
Also, I'm going to return my newly purchased brush, it makes no sense that I spend $30 dollars on a brush and I still can't paint for shit. It must be broken.
Last night it took me a reasonable amount of effort to convince someone how much I no longer cared what they did with their life. Maybe she thought I cared because I made a point of telling them I don't care, as if that were an attempt to mask my care factor. That and I think she expected me to care; I didn't and still don't care.
Also, I'm going to return my newly purchased brush, it makes no sense that I spend $30 dollars on a brush and I still can't paint for shit. It must be broken.
Sunday, 1 January 2012
YOU THINK YOU FUCKING KNOW SOMEONE; THEY'RE JUST A CUNT.
GO GET FUCKED.
GO GET FUCKED.
Saturday, 3 December 2011
Scared to sleep
If only i wear 16 again.
I feel like an old male
when he first steps out of jail
free as fuck, but im scared my ass will fail
I wanna bail and will, on this life ive built
but i think ill just hand around until i get killed
A will that will carry the weight, you're to weak to take
but still you approach me like you're speaking to mates
the breaks of face aint nothing worth discussing brothers
but i was given the gift to view the hearts of others
take your memories and pain entwine them with mine
but like green miles theyll just make me wanna fuckin die
I maintain because everytime i feel im on the edge
A voice inside my head says im good to no one dead
but when i hit the bed, then i dread what happens next
tubes in my neck, padded walls right and left
i scream in this dream jumping off vanilla skies
to see before i hit the ground if i open my eyes
This tension inside, cant be cut with a knife
Sleep is the cousin of death, but the brother of life
So although i have to sleep, i lie awake at night
and fear my eyes shut tight, for the last time
Another night, another retrovision im living
an admission to prison, thieves fishin for clues that lead to a conviction
me hitting the boose, but feet is what im missin
pass out, leads my thoughts to my nightmare
a world closing in, with a surface quite bare
me wondering around looking for the fucking answer
a metaphor to life or my version of a cancer
I dance to the tune in tune to my doom
a stance of a groom waiting for a life of gloom
these vision are preposterous choking my esophagus
or rather really thoughts deep within my subconsciousness
A monstrous mistake, weight lifted when i wake
how much will it take til my mind state breaks?
tonight i sleep with the lights on, cos the fights on
and the only thing that stops it is when i right songs
This tension inside, cant be cut with a knife
Sleep is the cousin of death, but the brother of life
So although i have to sleep, i lie awake at night
and fear my eyes shut tight, for the last time
I feel like an old male
when he first steps out of jail
free as fuck, but im scared my ass will fail
I wanna bail and will, on this life ive built
but i think ill just hand around until i get killed
A will that will carry the weight, you're to weak to take
but still you approach me like you're speaking to mates
the breaks of face aint nothing worth discussing brothers
but i was given the gift to view the hearts of others
take your memories and pain entwine them with mine
but like green miles theyll just make me wanna fuckin die
I maintain because everytime i feel im on the edge
A voice inside my head says im good to no one dead
but when i hit the bed, then i dread what happens next
tubes in my neck, padded walls right and left
i scream in this dream jumping off vanilla skies
to see before i hit the ground if i open my eyes
This tension inside, cant be cut with a knife
Sleep is the cousin of death, but the brother of life
So although i have to sleep, i lie awake at night
and fear my eyes shut tight, for the last time
Another night, another retrovision im living
an admission to prison, thieves fishin for clues that lead to a conviction
me hitting the boose, but feet is what im missin
pass out, leads my thoughts to my nightmare
a world closing in, with a surface quite bare
me wondering around looking for the fucking answer
a metaphor to life or my version of a cancer
I dance to the tune in tune to my doom
a stance of a groom waiting for a life of gloom
these vision are preposterous choking my esophagus
or rather really thoughts deep within my subconsciousness
A monstrous mistake, weight lifted when i wake
how much will it take til my mind state breaks?
tonight i sleep with the lights on, cos the fights on
and the only thing that stops it is when i right songs
This tension inside, cant be cut with a knife
Sleep is the cousin of death, but the brother of life
So although i have to sleep, i lie awake at night
and fear my eyes shut tight, for the last time
Thursday, 1 December 2011
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