EinsamerWolf

It hurts, someone who wants to be close to me, I can't stand their presence, even more so now, in times of trouble. Friends can't become what we are, can't be me, can't be her. I can't fold my hands and say ok, I can't look at her and wish agin. life spins without motion, grinding to a stop while moving at one hundered miles an hour. Controled crash, falling to peices, my soul, my mind, my life, crashes into the wall, shatering as they hit, breaking me, breaking down, time to bleed, time to fade, go away, just leave be to die. I want to leave, this bleeding sky, days of death, to be free from sight, free from her, free from me. Kill me, the f

Following the past is the way humans like to move, in a world where only you can consume the fuel of the erupting economy, in the baskets of little gang bangers walking to gramas house, find the wolf in the bed with out a head while grama sings the blues of a lonely night, wistiling the tune of a broken heart, on the wings of deceit followed by a fellowship of horror movies, and a hobbit with an uzi can live the game of life, playing on a board of shadow, finding the ends of a tale of old, eating the jam from a super models bare, open car, while the mind is corrupted and morals are flushed like little Billy's fish.