Moderation II

If you realize how anything you paint will be just adding more mediocre shit to a world already crammed with mediocre shit: take two drinks.

Moderation

Anytime some well-meaning person forces you to demonstrate you have no talent, and you failed at the only dream you ever had: take a drink.

Backtracking.

Its strange I remain, completely unchanged, while the game engrossed my mane of shame. But I proclaimed sin's rotten name, and now I lay, moth to the flame.

Eternal bliss is not thru a kiss, but thru sweat blood and ability to dispossess. And you and I gain right to think by dealing in blades, words and ink. you fail to trail how hope prevails and I assail through pages pale.

And, Its Starts.

My heart wouldn’t beat any quieter. I looked down at the gloves on my hands.
They were the kind that were of a translucent type, and I could only barely make out my hands underneath them.
I was panicking, and I was panicking really bad.
My heart - my heart, what if it exploded?
What if it just exploded right then and there in my chest, and I laid dead? What a waste of organs.

This is where the bass line starts, and your heart starts pumping that cold blood...

Life's been gettin heavy
and I'm waiting for the string to split
like my boyfriends
and my best friends
I'm waiting for the string to split.
Lacing up my chucks, and I think of times
better than times now
I can't imagine times worse
time worse than times now.