Tearing it Up

I've lost my words and my thoughts are all the same; always the same as the day before.

This unhealthy air is destroying my insides. My perspectives are distorted and I can't tell where the compass points. I wouldn't have the patience to follow it anyway. I keep myself lost with the hope of rescue, but the team will never find me so far off course.

I'm ready to dig, but all the wells are dry. I throw my shovel aside knowing the time is never right.

Great Excape

Pressure is building up and catastrophic failure is imminent and eminent. Much like a man at a dead end, things can not keep going in this direction lest they end up dead and at their end.

Outstretched arms, closed eyes. Motions, no emotion.

We don't leave until we get the job done. And it's about time we get the hell out of here.

Speak Less

These days, I guess there just isn't much to say.

"And you should not say nice things if you don't mean them,
and you should not say mean things at all....

Leaving me speechless again"