Metal dan's blog: "life"

Sick of your attitude
sick of you
your social clubs
your flavour of the month
i dont care you know
you dont know shit
fuck your popularity contest
i wanna see a murder contest
why are you even here?
who do you know
and who fucking cares?

searching for answers but not
seeing shit

cutting through my
burdens over and over again

put
these beautiful people six feet
underground

I walk their roads
spill blood through their streets

I
hate every one and every fucking
thing

this is my war

We should have quit back when we learned this wasn't everything, that
it all fades. but we never learned how not to care. somehow, it
still fades. these are the days that should have killed me...getting
to comfortable with pain. going nowhere in the name of hope, growing
into broken bones. the fractures have all healed, and i forget that
they were there. 'sometimes' becomes every time. just wait, it will
be any time. and you'll forget where you come from, if you can say it
to yourself for long enough. but you're not going anywhere. 'long
enough' becomes your life...forgot how you got there. we aren't
letting go. we aren't letting go. this is letting go. and i'll
forget where i come from. said it to myself for long enough. i can't
go anywhere from here. been living 'long enough' to know that it's
been long enough. i'm letting go

Severed heads dont roll quite as well as expected a perfect body bag prom queen waiting for her close up like a declawed pussy cat bleeding on my new rug that tied the room together so well club soda is an economically sound solution and sallow skin spoils if not properly refridgerated