Cinch
Axe Wielding Maniac
I wish I was the type to go crazy, dance, get drunk, get stoned, fuck anything with an ability to pivot its hips. I wish I was the type to wake up three days later not knowing what set me off in the first place.
Instead, I'm going through my to do list, feeling the obligation but not giving a fuck about anything. What's the point? There's always another foot waiting to crush your throat. Why rush towards it? There's no will. I don't want to work, or play, or sit, or read, or watch. Bashing my head into a brick wall is intriguing.
I wish I could just forget the weight on my shoulders for a little while. I wish I could just blitz but I've forgotten how.
Fuck.
Instead, I'm going through my to do list, feeling the obligation but not giving a fuck about anything. What's the point? There's always another foot waiting to crush your throat. Why rush towards it? There's no will. I don't want to work, or play, or sit, or read, or watch. Bashing my head into a brick wall is intriguing.
I wish I could just forget the weight on my shoulders for a little while. I wish I could just blitz but I've forgotten how.
Fuck.
