In a hole six foot deep

I died
So many years ago
You can make me feel
Like it isn't so
And why you come to be with me

I think I finally know
You're scared
Ashamed of what you feel
And you can't tell the ones you love
You know they couldn't deal
And whipser in a dead man's ear
It doesn't make it real

That's great
But I don't wanna play
'Cause being with you touches me
More than I can say
And since I'm only dead to you
I'm saying stay away
And let me rest in peace
Let me rest in peace

Let me get some sleep
Let me take my love and bury it
In a hole six foot deep
I can lay my body down
But I can't find my sweet release
So let me rest in peace

You know
You got a willing slave
And you just love to play the thought
That you might misbehave
Until you do I'm telling you
Stop visiting my grave
And let me rest in peace

I know I should go
But I follow you like a man possessed
There's a traitor here beneath my breast
And it hurts me more than you've ever guessed
If my heart could beat it would break my chest
But I can see you're unimpressed
So leave me be and

Let me rest in peace
Let me get some sleep
Let me take my love and bury it
In a hole six foot deep
I can lay my body down
But I can't find my sweet release
Let me rest in peace
Why won't you let me rest in peace?

Aggitated Screams of Maggots

Agitated Screams of Maggots

I'm killing the haughtily fly

I'm gonna slash your wound just like mine.
I can't hear the voices of society anymore.
I don't understand. You're all fine hypocrites.

Shout The Joy

Your song's drenched in blood and it's full of shit.
You can't shoot the silver bullet into me.

Shout The Joy

It's the Black Flag, motherfucker!!

I wanna shout out to all the trash celebrity stars.

I'll rape your daughter on your grave,
I'll rape your daughter on your grave,
I'll rape your daughter on your grave,

I'm gonna slash your wound just like mine.
I can't hear the voices of society anymore.

I Shout Die!

It's the Black Flag, motherfucker!!

I wanna shout out to all the trash celebrity stars.

I'll rape your daughter on your grave,
I'll rape your daughter on your grave,
I'll rape your daughter on your grave,

Cold Blooded

I can't breath.

pyromane à temps complet, j'ai mis le feu à tout ce que j'ai touché

Casting shadows...

I'm not casting any shadows...
I can feel my limbs disolving.
Like some dust bunny floating into the wind and being ripped apart by its fangs.
I can hardly imagine doing anything else than working at the moment, and being faced with something that's more or less a writer's blockade, I start questioning my life and the Where-I-want-to-gets...I feel lost in this big enssemble called life.
I miss my friends and I'm afraid of becoming a stone adult. Of living up to routine and loosing the part of me which is composed of dreams and hopes. Or rather said supressing it and recovering it when it will be already to late to change somehing.
I fear the moment in which I might realize that time has passed and that I've done nothing concludent to live up to my inner Me. I fear that I'll loose the way that my heart so dearly desires and that I might fade out...
I don't wan't to be eaten.I'd rather want to choke on life and try it out myself.
Explore and move with my own hands.
I feel utterly helpless...helpless in front of time, obligations, daily chores and society...
No Future....
That's what he said. And I guess I understand it every day a bit more. It's not something that is there from the begining, it evoluates and penetrates us.making us unable to move.
We simply die from within....
Like a candle burning down to it's torch.
I'm really scared...

Raddish and lemons.

*laughs herself sick*

I'm fucked up.
I'm a mess.
Considering the fact that I'm horny as hell and just flirted with one of my collegues...
Chatting...
How cliché.
But it was fun.
And it distracted me of my initial thoughts. I feel better now. AT least when I'm sitting in front of the Pc and being absolutely uncreative or anything.
Dried out well.
I have to write three scripts for this week.
In theory.
To write a critic to Almodovar's Volver and fisnish a story board.
And I'll have to rewrite some things on old stuff...
I really don't know when to do it or what to do...
And there is this thing keeping me up from being coherent and productive...
If she dumps me ...If she really considers doing that ...I'll loose...

I won't give up 'til I ripped it out!!!!

I won't give up 'til I ripped this pulsing veine out of my neck.
I'll tear it into pieces.
Grind it to dust!
Why has it to hurt this much???!!
I love her!
I really do!
I don't understand why this has to happen.
How she can remain so fucking calm and tell things like : all fades out.
And I don't find nothing left of what has been in the old days
How she doesn't recognize me.
I know that we both passed on, know that it is because of the lives we have and the different worlds we live in, that all changes and never stops
And I feel really miserable about it!
I tell her that I hate what's happening to us.
That we don't speak anymore.
That she hides from me.
That she takes everthing onto her own small back.
That she can't let herself fall.
That she can't fucking once give in!!!
And she says that I don't have to worry about things like that.
That all comes to an end and that the state she is in, really is peaceful...
I hate it!
What about all the plans? Dreams? Hopes? What about the time when we used to think that we'll manage it??? We just slipped away rom the past and tried to imagine the pink glowing future...
Future in silver rather.
I can't breath.
If she'll give up...
Then...


I felt it...
that it would become like this. Since I last held her hand, I did know that if I didn't turn back at that moment that everything would go to hell.
But now, I rather wish to be in hell than living through this one...
I'll rip it out..
That vein...

Sô desu ne....

Exhume the dead part of my soul...please..anyone?

I feel lost.
Somewhere between the lines I lost myself.
I can't think straight ,there is so much work to be done and I feel like doing a million things other than working on scenarios and stuff.
I feel tired.
very tired in fact. and all what I do seems do be done in a dream-like state of mind.
Exhume me , please.
Even if I scream your name over and over again you don't seem to hear me...
And I'm scared like hell that I might loose you...
That you and I change...
Will chang so much that we won't be able to recognize one another again.
That we'll keep that sick rythm up until nothing of us will remain but a pile of pounding flesh.
Your eyes...
Look at me!
Don't disappear!
Don't go to places I can't follow!
I feel old...
And I don't feel.
I should but I don't. Falling, trusting, taking over ,being taken.
First entry and it comes out like crap...
Like sentimental blah blah...I can't help it...
I feel like dust being taken by the wind.
Kaze no youni...kumo no youni ...ano sora de wo ukabu...
BOKU WA NAZE???