captain-flatulence

Sitting back, The steel leaves my skin, But the kiss is with-in. She is my Helen, The reason for this war, That rage's on not in her name, But for her honor. I'm am the battle ground. All I can do is sit with my spilf, Until she comes around the next day, If I'm not dead.

Life and death have no meaning, only the journey means something. It it not about the origin or the destination. We must observe our own present to gain meaning and understanding from our lives. then again life, in the end may reveal nothing, nothingness is always a possibility, we get too wrapped up in the need for legacy, we become blinded by it, unable to see the beauty of the black hole that is the common mans end.

I walk on this lone road, edged with telephone poles, through a barren waste land i cross, the carrion and vultures remind me that the death toll keeps calling my name, but I'm not ready to die yet. So i keep on, my feet dragging with every step, completely enamored with this road of redemption that I've chosen. I walk with an incurable thirst, all the water i have in between my hands disappears drop by drop only to evaporate before it hits the ground with each lost drop i come one step closer to absolution. Long into my journey, i came across a soothsayer. "What troubles you youth" he inquired "I walk this path of redemption he

So i was talking to this mystic the other day, He told me that I need to let go of my past, The thing is that my past some how keeps turning into my present, And i fear the future more than death it's self. To that he replied, with only a sigh.

I know not of what i am anymore but what i once was i hate who I've become, even though this is the better person it seems i haven't destroyed my life enough to turn around and pick up the pieces i want to continue with my escape plan i can't be left alone with myself anymore i need these to escape..no...to survive that's all i do these days, is not live but simply exist. i just watch quietly from the sidelines, nothing is important anymore except continuing this high. she says she loves me i know i say she says i have to stop with the things that i do i just stare right at her nothing will come between me and my escape i haven

Just enough thought to go insane, Just enough drugs to take away the pain, Just enough reality to make it hurt again, Just enough of you to make me feel something, Just enough loneliness to take me there again, this is all just part of my blues lifestyle, still in this circle going round and round, won't you pull me out? i still see your face, i still smell your scent what's it been too long? or not long enough? this is just my blues lifestyle. I'll just tell it through my finger tips.