 Enter the Crypt
- OpenID
The Cemetery
- The Morgue
- Join the Undead
- Offerings
- Download
- DJ News
- Advertise on DJ
Morgue Directory
- Random Grave
- Place of Death
- Search Morgue
- Interests
Botched Murders
- FAQ
- Lost Info?
- Spoon Feeding
- Hauntings
|
| Current mood: |  frustrated |
| Current music: | Digitalism - Pogo |
Black Dog Day
Nothing happened today. Tried to accomplish things, but they resisted me. My arms have so many channels running through them. Blood fuck blood fuck eat me whole.
My mind never stops. I have a thought and it's instantly contradicted, or halted by another thought, which is then in turn halted itself. It all leads to inaction. Nobody is home, and I'm all alone. No one on your end either. A rapture, and I'm all that's left. A little scrape is all I can manage, so I'll go insane before I can intercept the crazy train. It's a comin' for my brain, to drain, the pain, from the reservoir, so it can crumble in peace.
Harder faster louder drown it OUT.
My last outlet. What makes this better? Why do they come for me? Why can't they leave the chemicals alone and just let things flow? Is this the price for a night of booze and vomit? Not worth it. Not for all the puke in Christendom.
New pants. They got to dance. Survived the blast. Maybe not the shock. Maybe they'll outlast. Moi.
|
