July 1st, 2000

shhh

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Sober (Tool)

There's a shadow just behind me,
shrouding every breath I take,
making every promise empty,
pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler
who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path called "must we"
just before the son has come.
Jesus, won't you fucking whistle
something but the past and done?

Why can't we not be sober?
I just want to start this over.
Why can't we drink forever.
I just want to start things over.

I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave,
I will work to elevate you
just enough to bring you down.


Trust me.


Mother Mary won't you whisper
something but what's past and done.

Trust me.

I want what I want.
shhh

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WHATEVER!!! scott is now pissed cause i mentioned something about saving chats and posting them. he wanted to know where but i wouldnt tell him. yeah, like im gonna send him here so he can read all this crap... i dont think so. anyway, he hung up on me!!! i should get send him the link to this journal and get on with my fuckin life. why should i care? whatever, i dont. hes getting the link.