I make no sense (10.12.2003 - 09:55)
Watch me shift from mind frame to frame of mind, subtle but opposite... and you didn't even notice. How fucking blind of you, couldn't even see the obvious. Obvious thoughts and feelings leave me, I feel furtive, inconspicuous... I make no sense.
Sensless events I wash myself in, wash over me like waves on the beach, cleansing my soul for another round of sinning. I look for blood to shed, drop my own in the tub. The point in my life is the point on the knife, the misinterpretation of a meaning means nothing to me. One life, one death, one chance, one mess.