“There’s the door”

Emptiness, a continued bliss. Where I’m with you but you’re badly missed. Feels as if, i cant find enough of that nonexistent existence-ending stuff. And it fucking sucks. Beginning to think I’m just here to burn it down or light one up. Sitting in a dark garage while you gather useless junk. Rearranging shit for days. I’m fucking enraged. Too empty of hope to feel. I might divide myself entirely from a future so unreal. Too empty of hope to heal. I don’t see it anymore; crystallized by a lifeless tour. Why do i always have to have more? Were … Continue reading “There’s the door”