Saturday, August 29, 2009

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Rewriting, removing and repeating.
Lost, lonely and late.
Crashed, crushed and chronic.
Angry, aimless and anti-social.
Sadness, strive and schizoid.
Dementia, desolation and death.
Hollow, hallucination and hysteria.
Militia, meaningless and malicious.
Eradicate, extinguish and extinction.


Loser, you no longer feel alive.
Defeated, you dwell in despair.
Carry on, walking on.
Your life is over, your world's gone.

Failure, once bitten twice shy.
Deadbeat, you just waste away.
walk it off, jump right off.
Because your head's gone soft.

Couldn't see it coming right at you?
Knew the consequences, yet you ran right through.
Calling off. Calling off. Calling it off.

Created, problems on your own.
Faded, your memory's all blank.
Heading back, you're running back.
You are one nervous wreck.

Late, barely missed your mark.
Regret, is all that is left of you.
No way out, no backing out.
No one hearing you shout.

Couldn't see it coming right at you?
Knew the consequences, yet you ran right through.
Calling off. Calling off. Calling it off.

Take away all emotions,
leave behind this empty shell.
No sympathy given,
you're now living in hell.

Couldn't see it coming right at you?
Knew the consequences, yet you ran right through.
Calling off. Calling off. Calling it off.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Sing away my pain, if only it were true. For one it never works, for two I can't sing.

It's time to give up, there's no use fighting for what I believe in.
It's already too late for anything to be done, so it's time to rewrite everything.
Stand down, step back and draw the line of retreat.
Wave the flag, throw in the towel and disappear in a blink.

Switch off.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Back, only to leave once again.

It's been a while, I feel like an alien now that I am back. Things haven't changed much, but 2 weeks isn't that short either. I am spending way too much for the past 2 nights, its time to grab the financial reins and take control. Good thing is that my appetite has gone down, so has my beer gut but I am still drinking wayyyyy too much or at least spending too much.

Haven't been able to practice my guitar, damn it....and its less than 24h until I need to go back in.
Being stuck in camp for 2 weeks just burns off creativity and my capability to think. All we do is follow orders and no questions asked, then again a good soldier is one that doesn't ask and just execute orders.

My personal goal to be achieved in a span of the next 5 weeks: To be able to do 15 pull ups, shape up and probably do a good timing for the 2.4km run.

I need to start packing my stuff already so catch you all in the weekend to come! I need to start reading more books to ensure my vocabulary stays diverse, and of course force myself to speak porper english without any vulgerities!