give up, you’re surrounded. shell shock….
usually when i get betrayed, i get lost in the fog of disbelief. nah they wouldn’t do that. they were good to me. i trust them. and i let it stay there, until the writing’s on the fucking wall in my own blood. or well, blood …
i believe! i still believe. i want to believe. i… have belief in general. i don’t FUCKING BELIEVE – it’s like having a log flume in the sewerage. it’s a hot day so it’ll dry quick, but forget the dogs because they will be able to track you themselves
if you’re so righteous, why do you blank your own mates because they’re standing next to me. if you’re so certain, why do you need me to try and help you figure it out. if that’s the prevailing consensus of people, why do you need to sit outside my house telling evil tales of the killer character this big guy, to as many people as possible, for some unknown reason
i’m going to be next on the conveyor belt very soon. maybe i can turn my feelings off to save myself, but it’s not as convenient as it looks, when everyone who cares about you are wondering what their part in it even was. atmospheric decompression, firing out into the cold and the dark. losing formerly known as consciousness. rolling away like a cannonball off into the empty, into the nothingness, into the absence of everything, into the deep black
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