||[Aug. 4th, 2004|11:15 pm]
|||||Coheed and Cambria||]|
I really have figured that not much of anyone reads this journal, since it was never really mine in the first place, so it gives me a perfect opportunity to bleed my heart for all to see (behind blinded eyes of course).
But I don't feel like doing THAT now.
College two weeks to get me out of madness. I've really been staring at my life lately. I guess thats a side effect of the summer between lives (i.e. post-grad, pre-college). I guess I wonder where I'm going and if I'm going in the right direction and if I'm ever going to be there. And "there" changes so much, I really don't know how it's gonna be. Which makes things exciting, but still makes me just sit on my living room couch and stare at my life.
My eyes graze the surface of someone
I barely knew in the first place,
All I can see is me over you on the ground;
I need you to drug me with your kisses.
My hands feel the desolate heart
I ripped out in the first place,
Baby, it was revenge and all
I think about is screaming your name.
My legs climb your acid soul;
Did you have faith in the first place?
I'd break down your needs if
I didn't need you so bad.
My heart feels your pain
As my hand strikes your cold face.
I destroy to create.
I will be your first place.
So I wrote that and I don't really like it because it makes me sound too euphorically determined. It would never happen, me being his "first place", but it makes me feel better to write down my false determination.
On a lighter note, I had a really cool dream last night about someone I used to know and it was sexual and I loved it. The end.