WARM WORM.

Know i comment on the most random of ideas. what if you're really meant for no one, and not good for anything. what if you're meant to sleep inside the machine while all the other parts work and do their job. so tired of sleeping. tired of mindlessly working towards an unsatisfiable goal. send my death through the information highway. i guess thats the hardest to understand. the hardest way to give up and be saved. dont want to push you toward what i want most. for once i want someone to be on the side im standing on. for now its just me. guess i could rip up what my soul has left and walk away completely. though i feel so new. can't go through that all again. disillusioned, and fading - fast. and Jesus Christ, yours is the prettiest face. when can i take a turn. asking for someone to share this with. if you're listening, i'm begging for an answer.


"Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone that could save
If they don't put me away
It’ll be a miracle
Do you believe you're missing out?
That everything good is happening somewhere else
But with nobody in your bed
The night is hard to get through"