Fuck Off, I'm Not Awake Yet Either
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all this time I can't believe I couldn't see kept in the dark but you were there in front of me I�ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems got to open my eyes to everything without a thought without a voice without a soul don't let me die here there must be something more bring me to life
Wake me up inside (I can�t wake up) Wake me up inside (Save me) call my name and save me from the dark (Wake me up) bid my blood to run (I can�t wake up) before I come undone (Save me) save me from the nothing I�ve becomeShatterstorm, speech again tangled, morning hell and the sun just keeps getting brighter... trying to connect, to communicate, but the phones are dead. It's morning, there's a wedding and a burial and a hell of a lot more going on today and none of it is me, nothing that I can sink myself into. I'm being clever, hiding from the light, dealing with the pain on my own, waiting for it all to go away. I'm still here. Unfortunately, so is everything else. No, I'm not explaining myself well today, I've no need to do so, this entry is just for myself, my sanity, spilling out the things that will never pass my lips and taking in the echoes of song after song, night after night, there aren't words for how much pain comes in with the sunlight and wakening. I keep playing "When The World Ends" for one very simple reason: I would, right now, KILL to have the world just end. It's getting to be a tad too much again.
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