- A Smoker's Lair
Are you happy now? Well that's good, I couldn't say the same for me. You still love me and the same applies to my former friends. Hey, thanks for the letter, but it's for the better if you just stay the hell away. The moon is full and bright red, as I write out this message. The moon is full, from me to you.
- Bastille House
I'd rather just be dead, than alive like this. A prisoner of my head to this Bastille house built on my heart. I'm lost in thoughts. I've lost my way. I'm lost in what was and last year. Take a shovel to the soil and uproot this empty house. Strike a match on the wall of this house that we've built. Let it fall to the floor onto thoughts from before. I can't stay in this home.
- Sleep, Meaningless, Reasonless
In the end
We'll be shrunk up and grey
In the end
We're all afraid
In the end
We all die alone
There is no beauty
- White Worm
Split skin, late nights
There is no fighting this
I don't know
Where I stand
Where I am
I'm done with this
- Your Father Gave You Good Advice
Put me down into the ground, so I can breathe and savor the soil. A world with regret is a constant reminder to my hands, that nothing lasts forever. This cycle of birth, death, dirt and growth. Is a reminder, a constant reminder, to my insides, that nothing lasts. It's all a game to bide the time, til we all die. A scrawl on the wall that says, "I am the dirt beneath your feet, the worms beneath your toes. I am alive. Alive, numb, nothing".