Last earthly bond

מגיע לי פרס בעל ערך על כל המאמצים שאני עושה בשביל להיות נורמלית.

“ My "act" has ended by becoming an integral part of my nature, I told myself.  

It's no longer an act. My knowledge that I am masquerading as a normal  

person has even corroded whatever of normality I originally possessed,  

ending by making me tell myself over and over again that it too was nothing  

but a pretense of normality.  

To say it another way, I'm becoming the sort of person  

who can't believe in anything except the counterfeit.“

Do i care? I don't care
Move on.
I've got no time to stop.

I can let myself die
just for a moment, i guess.
but i never really die.

                   רעל.

i wanna fly, i wanna die

i wanna fly, i wanna die

i wanna fly i wanna die die die

diediedie

your mind will destroy you

Then time ends. Eyes burn and close. Wounded. I wandered that land.
Making plans. Building strange concoctions of hope. Thee charm. Thee TV.
Thee whiskey. Thee fur cellar as indecent as a beard. From cool to indifference.
Visions convicted and betrayed. Looking from zero point there's all kinds of illusions.
Zero point. It takes all kinds of illusions, this, this, death.
Thee pains don't ease as you get older. Thee hatred doesn't melt.
E thought the hatred would melt. Thee brains get blocked.
Thee drains stray across to bare flesh, groaning at Nature's tricks,
and not even caring for thee moment. Some daze are like friendship.
Routines pulling you away from thee burden of vision.