westid

blinking writer’s block right in front of me. could i ever have sleep walked into anything quite so obscure. nah, already have done i’m sure. i’ve got no filter when i’m asleep. i’ve got nothing else on my mind when i’m in deep. every time i come here with my shovel i dig a bit more of this hole in the ground. i see your inner conflict when you know i’m around. how can any of this possibly be based on someone on one i’ve never faced

i don’t believe in co-incidences that many times, times that many. it just doesn’t work like that. on the other side of the glass, passing notes around the naughty class. there is so much that i’ve got to give, some kind of life that i want to live. can’t just go up to someone, “you’ll do” – throw them over my shoulder and carry them through. wouldn’t that be easy? maybe in your world, perhaps it is. but i don’t think you’re going to stop until you find out for yourself. i’m not going to live up to the noise pollution you’ve got going on, but i’ll probably feel like shit when i clock that you’re gone

what’s going on in there? why don’t you tell me. and i will show you right here, anything you want to see. just because of this or that, it’s probably right. but you’re so much stronger than that, and you’ve got your own eyesight. so you might see nothing about me eventually though, but until you’ve seen for yourself you don’t feel like you really know

the sky is going to come falling down, but it won’t be me. so fucked up all around us, and i know that you see, so i can’t leave it alone either because that’s where i want to be. if i knew 100% then i would wait around forever until you either come, and not have a doubt about it after you went

if that doesn’t make sense to you, because trust me nothing that i do helps me to. but i’ve got eyes in my head, something’s going on. i know i’m not the only one, because these other people are unwittingly letting on. i don’t want to live down to what you’re hearing. but i don’t want to wait until you do a dissapearing act and then that would be that. but you would never know, and that’s how i couldn’t bring myself to let go

just look around at the changes all around you. what is it you think i’m going to do? do you reckon any of these people have really thought through what’s going to hit them pretty fuckin soon too. i hate that i know you’re stronger than that. i wrote the story board a few times myself. i’m not going to keep fighting myself. you fucking know what i’m on about. you fucking know that i wanna reach out. that’s what i’m doing here too. how do you reckon this all gets back to you? did you think i wouldn’t want you to see what comes of what you’re doing to me

i can see through things and walk through walls. i know all the crackpots and the pitfalls. when it gets cold you’re going to see it too. i don’t give a fuck who knows that i’m going on about you. when i see someone as strong as that and knows when and when not, it’s more than just come here let me show you what i’ve got. there’s a whole next level to all of this, you’re never going to see for yourself surrounded by turncoats cos they’ve seen their next chance to take the piss

disappears all into irrelevance doesn’t it? that would be a nice feeling, wouldn’t it? i think so, but i’ve climbed up all the way from down below, been through things you don’t wanna know, but the rumours are a bit desperately far fetched, aren’t they though? that’s because they are, so find out for yourself or see just how far down all of that turns out to be

i’ve got a fucking wing suit, i’m flyin through it all. no cunt’s setting me up for another fall. it’s coming to a head and i know where all that ends. do you really want that? well, that depends. i love this one way message when it sends

who do you reckon will get there first? and is there a way out when you get the hunger and the thirst. inhale this and hold it in. they will do you a fat one, and you will love every minute of it. until

well, don’t let me spoil it for you …

i may have vanished from the abyss but the inferno still burns hot. i can see the signs that you don’t, but i can’t say whether you will or you won’t