That\'s two weeks in a row , where I have gone and blown it all before Monday even finds the time to ebb its tide
Twice now, I have been lied to by my own intuition
It is likely that I am overshadowed
Partially possessed
Crimson caresses my visions
Brutal have become all my thoughts
Its Monday still and I have already forgotten what day it is
I have voided all my plans to take affirmative actions toward getting something, anything done
I made it as far has getting spun then stuck then not being wise enough to cashing out
I went back to fucking square one
Wow! I amaze myself
I am displeased, to say the least
Before I could even blink , here I was
Because, why?
Nothing can keep me from reaching the highest supernova in the sky
They may have punctured my wings, but, if given again the air that I need, I will still fly
What is it that keeps me so fixated, so obsessed?
By the mad spirit of this little city, I am partially possessed
I can hear the dead ones who refuse the light calling out their woeful mourns
I hear the harpies as they cackle from the treetops in scorn
I see the fields becoming intwined by the bramble that bloodies the knees
I feel the chaos behind the whisper that howls upon the breeze in this 24 hour trap that should have never been born
What am I doing here besides going nowhere?
Besides wasting money?
Besides falling asleep?
When do I reap all I have blatantly sewn?
When will all these decisions again become my very own?
Through a thousand angry shadows I have flown just to land in a bitter,toxic, dishonorable sea...
Isn\'t being me a fucking blast?
Partially possessed by the ghosts of the past...
1/30/2012