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"Haunted" 2004-01-02 - 4:25 a.m. older - previous - next - profile - host - my band - my lj Berserk and Motorhead leave me with adrenalin pounding through my veins, making me unable to sit still or think straight She stops me cold She leaves me more confused than the conflicting conflicting emotions so I go outside the silence and cold bleed it away and for all the crudeness of the metaphor; my soul feels like a bulemic's stomach: so full a moment ago, but now forcefully empty the residue sinks to the bottom and mixes 'til it's grey and jumbled and I don't know what I want to say but I know I want to say it I need something; and this diary has become my crutch it's like entering a room I used to live in; but haven't been inside in a long time the air is musty but it's still home and I want to delay my leaving as long as possible; because once I go to sleep, that's what will happen I'll leave the room, enter another, become someone else so I sit on the furniture, admire the decor; do nothing other than enjoy the room 'cause I'll only be here for a short while until the residue is used up but you can only stand in a room so long, eventually you must leave, for there's always other things to do Sweet Dreams � � |