Art vs Everyone else.
05/23/2008 07:49 a.m.
Why do they say the sword of time? Do we keep stab forward or do we jab and retract the pains? My skin is slowly bruising and the organs quivers as blood fills the ground, and I'm tired of it. I'm tired of growing old, and I'm tired of people telling me to grow up. I don't have the broken loves, and I don't have the problems you have. Why can't I just fake my death and just be a fisherman. Sail the sea and hopefully die in solitary. Death is nothing to fear, and maybe I'll be sea sick, and swim through the souls. And I'm getting frustrated again as art fills my mind and all the nay says echo in my head as I rip my hair out and let it flow like feathers in the wind.