. + More Of Myself To Kill [Between The Buried And Me - 2002 ]

You have all wept once more... why? I would never ask
for such. Go.
I have realized for once in my existence my true
happiness. This is a first time for me... I feel
innocent, caring, and non-threatening.
Reincarnation for a better life... becoming one with
true harmony. No gods have caressed or burned me, only
nature is willing to comfort me.
Salvation is dead and all of you have passed away with
me today. I will never have to entertain or please any
of you ever again. I am alive.
My memory is the only thing keeping the old tears in
my eyes.
I still know that all of you are taking for the sake
of not leaving. You are killing the innocent for your
so-called nutrition. You are infecting our lands with
your filth. You are killing for the sake of your
promotions in life.
One day we will all be in this soil... with no gods to
slave to, and no heroes to kill for.

Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

Yeah. It happens. Quite a lot. Sniffing as if it's your last. No, not cocaine. I can hear the voices. 'First time agaye hayn'.
I don't know what they mean. So I try listening harder. I fail. Darn.
Now, they talk in Punjabi. Something about a 7-foot tall cupboard.
I wish I was a cupboard. It'd be fun, I think. All day long, people opening and closing your doors. No wait. That would not be fun at all.
I close my eyes.
Hang my head down. It hurts. I've been thinking a lot lately.
And I think.
All goes quiet.
I hear the silence scream.

. + Faces Of Death

It's been so long. Nothing has taken place. Nothing worth writing about.
Actually. There has.
I realized exactly how much I suck. Yes. I suck. It's time I face the truth.
I should learn how to move on with life. And not think of him while watching Dear Frankie. What a sad person, I am. I need to learn how to listen to a song and not think about him.

" To Think I Might Not See Those Eyes;
Makes It So Hard Not To Cry;
And As We Sing Our Long Goodbyes;
I Almost Die. "
Everything I do, ends up in a mess.
I suck at relationships, making friends, losing friends. the whole lot. =)
But. Ugh. This life. It's just, err, I don't even know what to call it. A bitch? Yeah, that.
It's better to kill yourself than to whither away, Cobain. You messed the whole thing up, love. =)