Bah.1
Nothing worse than trying to sleep in a bad mood, 'cept maybe listening to the noise of the city in the background, jus' when i figure i've drowned the bloody thing out, it gets louder. Need sleep...can't sleep...need sleep.2
And then there's you, the face of the city, the self appointed pretty boy, Adonis of the new world, I see you for what you are, you disgusting little wolf in sheeps clothing, you don't even bother to hide yourself well....you sicken me.3
I'd like to say that i'm getting....buggerit....bitter, that's the word, bitter with time, but I think the better side of me is just dying slowly, cracking from the inside out. My mask will follow suit soon.4
There's some that say that cracked porcelain just adds to the beauty of it all, i'm not one of them. 5
Where are my smokes? 6
I've never been the type to hold a grudge, don't get me wrong, when you've lost everything and have nothing you're in the best possible place, never anything to lose, and only the potential to gain. 7
Dunno why, but the smokes just taste better when you're brooding.8
Need sleep...can't sleep...need sleep.9
My minds gone blank, it leaves me only the option to sit, and watch the minutes pass, slowly, deathly slowly until the new day comes... Maybe everything will be normal...but what is normal anymore?10
Need sleep...
Author notes
Just something I felt like playing with, bit of a release too.
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