write up!
one day i’ll stop. i wont scroll, search and i will just cease to breathe. one day i will quit, lay back and live within my own chaos. end this freaking circus, leave this madness, wake up from this catastrophe a misjudging eye and miserable memories. continued derailed repetition of such dreams.
i am under pressure and just cant move, playing the game of blind folded tag, are you there? can you smell me? are you drunk or am i wasted? hey dont smirk, have your guitar, show me some song, make me believe that i am worth a single note.
how have you been, if all the shadows are gone, can you trust deception. is shadow your friend? can you really believe in things you have lost faith off. as i continue to sing the chorus of the nine inch megalomaniac song "the perfect drug" can you believe that still after the few shots of invisible booze and a smell from unknown hemp i am high…struggling to be free…
-darkmau-
Malaya!
