Lack of sleep,
the darkness falls inside me.
And so we sit together,
the darkness and i
for a while in silence
like ancient lovers would
no need for words
all has been heard
before ...

We decide once more,
the common enemy :

the daylight
in which normal people live,
the blinding light
hiding the truth behind
its pretty lies
it smiles with a knife in one hand behind its back
if you just as much blink
it attacks

breaks the broken shards in pieces
thinking it will fix it
_{fix it
fix it}

DIMWITS

I can't be anything but me
but i can't be me
when they try to make me
what they
think i need be
which isn't me

which i can't be

I CANT BE ANYTHING BUT ME

did i get paid to act ?
no
so its me
and that is what i want to be
what?

WHO!

do nothing, be nothing

lie on the flood after midnight

waiting for tonight

lack of sleep
...
eyes sink
...
deep
...
refuse to sleep
or it repeats

another day wasted
gone in hell
the very definition
of
repetition

El Gato on the fly ...

dead tired not ready to die

could someone explain to someone

I CANT FUNCTION LIKE THIS

i NEED MY HOURS ON MY HOURS

or it will never work

can someone explain i made my peace with either being nothing or else my own man

there IS NO IN THE MIDDLE

i made my decisions more than ten years ago

can someone explain that to someone i think someone has a VERY hard head made of all skull and no brains somewhere

ANOTHER DAY OF LIFE COMPLETELY LOST TO ABSOLUTELY NOTHING

simply cos i cant be me

there IS NO ME HERE, nor will there ever be

this is WAY more than you emotional vampires deserve for the 30 cents it gets me
YES

well, let's see ....

i couldnt clone my cats ... and i have only one left

my worst fear was being stuck in belgium when i turned 40, so we can scrap that

by the time i make enough money (if at all) to make it into space i'll be too old to do it

i had enough sex for a lifetime (not that i dont wanna anymore but) i swore id never have a relationship again as long as im stuck in belgium and believe you me

for all the names of quitter

I STICK TO MY FUCKING GUNS

MY fucking guns, thats not "being pushed into something and quitting" thats

MY FUCKING GUNS, i stick to them

so,

there's basically nothing to seduce me with you can offer

unless you have a mansion for my cat with a catsitter in mongolia so we can spend the rest of days roaming the plains ?

i can has ?

if not, there's really nothing to seduce me with so i'll just need the money to have at least a sense of comfort as i rot my days in

HELL

yea i like the illustration, it represents all thoughts i had today