of course i'm giving up on everything

i have been freezing cold and sick

for two straight dark endless months

there is no way that warmth will come

the seasons have stopped turning

i still eat everything with my hands

but less often i am getting skinny

i'm convinced god can only be found

in the barren blank empty places

the desert or way up in the arctic

this girl i work with has her pilot's

license and she says she will fly

me to these places sometime soon

she's only sixteen years old right now

and i have had a dirty dream about her

no, i don't know what's wrong with me

i want someone to sing me a song

someone already told me a story, thankyou

my hands are so so freezing cold

i can talk about myself a lot

my dreams are about deserts and gravestones

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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