2010-02-23 - 1:33 p.m.
Back at uni already. Time is going so fast. Too fast. One second I had two months off and then it was a week and then I had to get up at six in the morning the next day. It freaks me out. I turn 20 this year. That's probably at least a quarter of my life gone. The thought of getting old terrifies me. I don't feel that I have accomplished much at all. I haven't skydived or travelled or been in love and I'm running out of time! Argh! Anyway I didn't come to write today to ramble about how shit scared I am of everything. I found some old poems I wrote years ago and I wanted to record them somewhere before they disappear. They're not genius or even really good, but they remind me of the depressive era and when I was a better writer too because I can't write like that at all. OUTSIDE THOUGHTS A movement in the corner No one seems to see The dark and dangerous soul there The other half of me It watches me sit lonely And hates me most of all It stands by my shoulder Waiting for me to fall Its hand is dead and cold Its claws hold on so tight I feel myself giving in So I put up a fight I kick, I scream, I hit I attack until its dead I look around in triumph And realise I'm strapped in bed A nurse comes over to me With a needle for the pain I killed the ultimate enemy And they think I went insane. GODLIKE DELUSIONS Out of the darkness I appear I am God, do not fear I can kill all without a thought In a second, more die than in any battle fought You're worms, parasites, nothing to me Deluded into thinking you are free But I will rule you all till your final day Don't try and run, you'll never get away. I KNOW I know one person stands alone Surrounded by hundreds I know their thoughts I know their pain I watch them melt into surroundings Yet stand out I watch people stare at them And notice no blood Believing their strained smiles I hear them screaming for someone to care Their hands passing through countless bodies I know their names, I know their memories Every high and every low I feel how close they are to death How it runs through their veins I see the tears, the goodbyes they can never say I watch them fall to the ground, dead And the oblivious people still do not see the darkness inside I know because I fly I am dead I was that person Ta da! Thats them! Great quality...no. But had meaning to me or entertained me.
Mwah. See you soon you pretty little thing.
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