'Tis this and nothing more.
Why must my life be a major bore?
Sorry, I just couldn't resist using that extremely lame rhyme.
I think it is part of the plague that I consider to be my distorted mind.
Always blank but never vacant.
Constantly searching, but sanity never truly found.
To these voices I am eternaly bound.
People say that I'm abit touched in the head.
Screams that demand horrid things.
Mental images that I truly do dread.
I daydream to avoid the tormenting reality.
Full of hope.
Why must that feeling be so fleeting?
I lack structure and direction.
I think this whole thing proves that quite well.
To prove that point I just keep typing.
This whole piece of work is quite confusing.
No true topic or meaning behind it.
Completely pointless and a waste of time.
Which I seem to have alot of, and nothing to truly spend it on.
I think I'll quit here before I continue rambling on about nothing while jumping from topic to topic.
Maybe that Midol did go straight to my head.
 KariH8sEvry1 · Wed Jan 11, 2006 @ 11:01pm · 0 Comments |
