If yesterday was the perfect day, today it was the revenge of fate. NOTHING went right. Inside my head is an electric storm, threatening to singe the last neurons responcible for my sanity. It's so painful that I can't even open my jaw... not that it matters. Songs of others is my new voice. Speaking is becoming an outdated quaint fluff I don't want to do. No one hears me when I scream. It's like I entered the sixth dimension of the DEAF people. In addition to the headach, eveything is falling from my hands. I'm losing. Losing, losing all the time. I might as well write with permanent market on my forhead a huge 'L', because that's what I am.

Tired and aching, I'm hopinh and breaking for this day to end. I want to sleep and see that dream with demon/vampire war again. It was a wicked awesome dream, bloody and gutsy.



Anti choice

Anti girl

I am the anti-flag unfurled

Anti white and anti law

I got the anti-future plan

Anti fascist

Anti mod

I am the anti-music god

Anti sober

Anti whore

There will never be enough of anti more

I can’t believe in the things

That don’t believe in me

Now it’s your turn to see misanthropy

Anti people now you’ve gone too far

Here’s your antichrist superstar

Anti money

Anti hate

Anti things I fucked and ate

Anti cop

Anti fun

Here is my anti-president gun

Anti satan

Anti black

Anti world is on my back

Anti gay and anti dope

I am the faggot anti-pope

Anti peace

Anti life

Anti husband, anti wife

Anti song and anti me

I don’t deserve a chance to be



@настроение: Jesus tap dancing Christ, Luci!