Deftones “Be Quiet And Drive (Far Away) Acoustic” [Around The Fur]
This town dont feel mine
I’m fast to get away-FAR
I dressed you in her clothes
Now drive me far - away, away, away
It feels good to know your mine
Now drive me far - away, away, away
I dont care where just FAR - away [x3]
And I dont care
FAR - away
And I dont care where just FAR - away [x3]
Maybe it’s just me, but, I’m just not that interested in video games any more. I feel like going into movies and reading books. Sure, I think I’ll play on the occasion but whenever I get on to game, everyone’s playing the same shit and it feels like a fucking mirage for Christ’s sake. Like, life is telling me you could fall under this trap or go be weird and lonely. Because the reality is, no one likes the shit that I like. I think I need to step away and concentrate on other things. Or at least try to work on them instead of burning myself away to nothing. Although, my depression does that shit for me. Suffice to say, I’m still alive. But I need to get back to the time before 2007. The time where I was straight up reading books all day and lost in fantasy. Escape. Alone. In the room. With imaginary friends to keep me sedated from the cold harshness of the truth. That’s all right though. I think I’d rather be eating books than rotting away on the chair staring blankly at the screen. So much shit to do but so little time. I would need to be immortal to… Nah. Fuck it. I’m not living my life like I should. I’m merely surviving. Surviving another year of bull shit and happiness that collide like tectonic plates. Earthquakes, one after the other. Emotional breakdowns with no sounds. Scared. Angry. But the best thing is being able to die in the place that you were born, if all else falls, and all else fades. Let it come. I’ll be waiting. I don’t mind.
But she’s just going to walk away and go right back to her writing. *Exhales*
Man in Holocaust Memorial, Berlin, Germany
For someone that can’t spend a fraction of a second to even acknowledge that I exist. It kind of makes me wonder what kind of friends I truly have.
To replace the past thoughts with vomit.
To lay down on the floor smiling as your friends help pick you up.
To clean up the mess and laugh out loud at the cheekiness of it all.
But most importantly, it helps me to forget the past.
The alcohol tells me to let go and enjoy the moments.
But I’m caught in between two dimensions of holding on and letting go.
And so I cry myself to sleep but the tears won’t come.
The icy cold comes to chill me to the bone and wraps me in deep sleep.
I wake up to rinse and repeat life as the sun shines down over head.
In the lightest crevice
Of which you hold it
Trembling with fear
All the same
Now it’s near
You’ll see it through with a pen
You’ll be the one to write down the end
Here are the jewels to the case
Solve the murders and end the race
I slowly begin to realize
That my hate is blossoming
Slowly burning into an ember
To start with a spark
Fire waves of my fuck you
Let it come spiral through
This is the end of us
I’ll give you final pained smiles
Give me the roses for your need
Take my blood and never weep
Ego above and beyond
Don’t make a sound
Orgasm into a whimper
Whisper silently to your winters
Pretend to exist
Trimuph with a humph
Don’t fall down
I’ll be happy
As you well
Bitter shells of casting
Useless spells of taint
Dreams of fakes
Nightmares of lakes
Reality and fiction
Make the mending
Turn to face
A thousand times more
And grimace the thin lips
Just say it
Don’t be shy
Shy away the high
Come back down
Hatred and love
Where are we?
When are we?
Different is the key
I’ll hand you it for free
Set yourself from misery
And go back to counting sheep
My last gift to you
Never gave never give
Nods with confrimation
The Thorns Around