punkrawk-luv's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I won't let you murder it... Tonight I went driving. I listened to the Funeral Song by Rasmus A wind blew and ruffled the giant oak trees that looked down upon cold grey tombstones...all that remains of a few great and many forgotten...but not to all... Envy surged up in me...I wanted to sleep there...with those dead, maybe there I could find my life again. Maybe among the dead where there is no sound, then I could hear life screaming passionately for me to return from oblivion, from this suicidal lusting deathwish...i harbour it even now. but no one knows...nobody knows i want to bleed my own tonight...nobody knows that I might, that I want to, that I think I will...I havent stopped yet. I've tried so hard, and the haunting thought of failure is the most frightening thing I can fathom. what if i acctually go through with it tonight? how will i hide it? how will they not see... 9:36 pm - 06 July 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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