Monday, October 29, 2007
God, I need a scapegoat now.
i haven't had a breakdown in fucking forever
it seems like i'm incapable of one now
i can't write a thing
rhymes have become difficult
the only thing that came out was:
your entire body is stained with sin
from all the filthy hands that have touched your skin
an idiot savant for things "hip" and "in"
when it all boils down, you just cheat to win
and then the block dropped
nothing inspires me anymore
i can't write anything real when i'm on these things
the crazy part is
that i'm scared of what it's going to be like when i run out
because i am, you know
i'm running out
it's going to be a rough winter
will i prevail?
will i drown?
or will i ultimately destroy myself?
let's just wait and see
there is no birth in my constant winter