Sunday, August 1, 2010
122nd- Death or life, to which do i look forward to to thrive?
I've got no appeal.
Talking about skill, but i have none for real.
Still persevering with my rhymes refilled.
Now i've got no where to go but to go downhill.
I'm simply too weak.
Agony meets me on the peek of every day of every week.
So i'm constantly suffering and i'm too frail to speak.
My happiness left stale, my life has got no trail, so my future looks bleak.
This smile is nothing but a reflection of my despair.
This laughter is me dying inside, hard to bare.
My jokes are stupid and no one seems to care.
Laughter fills the air so its like a graveyard up there.
~Can i not feel true ecstasy? See that glee can't fill me up like cumming in a cup twice after doing it once or thrice. Pay the price... I roll for guidance with a 32 sided dice.
Jerking off at...
5:10 PM