i hate this city

only the deaf find peace.
only the blind wont reach.
i hate this city.
forget the fuck away from me.

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i keep finding myself out very late at night in the backseat of fast swerving cars drunk desperate with horrible music screaming in my ear with a friend who has never really been a friend sandwiched between 2 or 3 nowhere girls listening to them talk about all the pills they swallow for all the problems they have or about all the men they swallow because they are trying to lose weight driving aimlessly around another nowhere cardboard cut-out city looking for "a guy they know that can get some" thinking that i would cut off one of my hands if we could just find him he is nowhere but even if each of these girls had a compass in their cunts and steering wheels for breats and i had a satellite in my brain and a map of this guy tatooed to my cock we would all still be lost.

constant movement

i find myself in foreign places a lot. there is no such thing as home, this i know, but i feel as if foreign places are home more than ever now. i like walking down a street that reminds me of absolutly nothing. it puts peace in my heart. i like the sea, because its never still. restless, like the kind i am. i like watching solid and divided lines pass faster than i can see. it makes me feel free. absoulte freedom. i have this, but with it comes lonesome times. its not a weakness, its a feeling. a feeling that will come and go forever, until the last. it has made me what i am today, so i wear it on my face. the colder the better. i wouldnt change anything for the world.

sea sick

im married to the sea, and have been for years.
i filled the seas up, with all of my tears.
i felt free, with only me, lost out at sea.
but as the years continue to pass, i grow more lonely.
sea sickness is catching right up too me.
its not like i care anyway, shes the only one who cares for me.
left me, im alone.

no such thing as home

its all damn clear now, as the snow disappears,
how much it goes back, all the fears.
to realize at the age of 20, that im disconnected with all
greater disconnection, comes with each of the falls.
i like snow, i like trains, it reminds me of home,
because ive never lived by either, they have grown.
in my ears and in my heart, i love the sound and feel,
i love these things because it is whats truth and real.
there was never, and will never be.
there is no such thing as home.

when i die, its going to rain

when i die, its going to rain
and so will i
i cant seem to stop raining.
i told myself, id rain til the end of my time
but i dont know if its worth it anymore...

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Dark skys, im walkin through the dark skys.
Looking down with watered eyes.
With no clue on how to ever get back.
My life, is like a car crash in the sky.
I crashed it in the night, with no friends to pull me from the wreck.

Tired of me, ive grown old and tired of me.
Remember me, when all is lost like my memory.
To all of my enimies, ill love you all til the day i die.