"I want to hang a man by his feet, then cut his carotid artery", said Mike, "Just to watch that six quarts of blood flow."
"Now why do you want to do that Michael?", Asked the other voice in his head.
"I want to see that bit of life leave his eyes, the realization he is going to die. It gives me chills just thinking of it."
Monday, September 27, 2010
Health
The mind of a killer
It is filled with boredom and contempt
Longing for something to feel
Something to take the place of this emptiness
This feeling is a person of it's own
Whispering in my ear to turn on my own kind
Showing me things my mind know are grotesque
But my heart feels they're wonderful
Life is not so precious...
I whisper to six billion.
Life is easy
Look at the the trailer parks.
They are the third world of America.
seeing a man a man die horrifically,
This does not repulse me
Slaughter, Disease, Mutilation
I watch unflinchingly and think
This will cure us
It is filled with boredom and contempt
Longing for something to feel
Something to take the place of this emptiness
This feeling is a person of it's own
Whispering in my ear to turn on my own kind
Showing me things my mind know are grotesque
But my heart feels they're wonderful
Life is not so precious...
I whisper to six billion.
Life is easy
Look at the the trailer parks.
They are the third world of America.
seeing a man a man die horrifically,
This does not repulse me
Slaughter, Disease, Mutilation
I watch unflinchingly and think
This will cure us
Sunday, September 26, 2010
fall
people always talk about change
being good
being bad
being necessary
with the change in weather comes a change in mood
we must now roll our windows up when we drive with the lights passing us
when we pass by the smokers on the sidewalk while we do the same
we must only crack the window to let the demons out
there are spots of dried spit on the windows displaying carelessness
we will hide inside from the evils approaching our door
we will shut the windows and turn the lights off
we will do it together
being good
being bad
being necessary
with the change in weather comes a change in mood
we must now roll our windows up when we drive with the lights passing us
when we pass by the smokers on the sidewalk while we do the same
we must only crack the window to let the demons out
there are spots of dried spit on the windows displaying carelessness
we will hide inside from the evils approaching our door
we will shut the windows and turn the lights off
we will do it together
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Midwest Horror Show
The events that unfolded upon the night of September the 18th, in all of their shockingly gruesome nature, are completely true. If you suffer from a heart condition or have small children present please read no further.
The night air was crisp as they headed east towards the border of Indiana, the home state of Clarice. Clarice was a strong willed red head with a laugh that would shake a man's soul. It was her cabin that they were all going to for the night, to take a break from their tired college town. All of the teens and twenty somethings in the car, although from different states, were children of the mid-west and used to long flat drives with nothing but corn fields to look at. Charlie was driving with some soft delicate sounds playing through the radio, though it was Sher's car. Charlie was a hopeless romantic too nice for his own good, him turning his brights off rounding a turn reminded Sher of this while she sat in the passenger seat. Sher never seemed to get much into a conversation edgewise but when she did, she always made it count. Don and Amy sat in the back saying things that made the rest of the car burst into laughter always on cue like the studio audience at some sitcom.
Their journey was mostly behind them just like the setting sun had been an hour or so ago. The last stretch of road was the tricky part Clarice had told them earlier. It winded and was densely forested unlike the ninety degree roads they had taken most of the way. Just as Charlie was taking yet another turn in this unlit country away from everything and everyone, a silhouetted figure was struck by the low beam headlights of the small SUV. Brakes Squealed in protest as Charlie maneuvered the full car like only an experienced driver would, stopping twenty yards ahead of where the now vanished figure had been. Right as all this commotion had been in full swing Noni had been the loudest, yelling "Oh crackers Charlie watch out!". The two men got out of the car as their role of men called for them to do so, walking to the area they had saw their near "target" standing.
"What was that, i wasn't looking when it happened?", said don a little worried but more excited than anything to Charlie.
"Looked like a person, but it was probably a deer. Here this is where it was."
The spot in question was only occupied by a thick coating of blood. Blood looks much different in real life than it does on television, it is dark, it is thick, and it eventually turns black.
"what the fuck." whispered Don
"yeah, it must have been a hurt deer that ran off" Charlie said in a level headed nature.
But if it hadn't been so dark out, and if they all hadn't been so distracted by fear, excitement, and longing for the cabin, they might have seen where the figure had actually gone to. A Bloody man with flesh hanging from his frame crept underneath the gangs vehicle with a Phillips screw driver, stabbing a hole into the gas tank letting the pungent liquid slowly leak onto the pavement. Then just like that the forest ate him up once again.
The presence of the two brave men was welcomed by sighs of relief from the young women in the vehicle, who had been whispering loudly and worriedly the entire time to each other. They explained to the shaken up girls that they thought it was only a deer that had ran off and nothing was the matter. Everyone was safe, for now at least. The cabin was only a few minutes down the road and the unpacking took minutes after that. Noni noticed a fireplace, and being the considerate person she was, had brought marshmallows on the trip. She began to make a fire, stacking the wood accordingly.
"Hey Sher, I left the marshmallows out in the car can I have the keys?", she asked.
"I'll just grab em, since you're busy with this."
"Thanks hon"
Sher ventured out into the dark abyss, it would take about ten minutes before anyone noticed she was gone.
"Oh my shit! sweet gun!" Don exclaimed noticing the double barreled twelve gauge shotgun above the now roaring fire.
"Oh ha yeah, that's my Grandpa's. He just keeps it for decoration now but he used to be a big hunter around these parts." answered Clarice.
"Whiskey!" exclaimed Charlie finding the liquor cabinet which also contained a box of 12 gauges shells.
"what terrible placement of ammunition", Amy said to him.
He didn't acknowledge her quip as he uncorked the bottle taking a long swig from the warm amber colored liquid.
"Hey, where's Sher? she's been gone for at least ten minutes." Said charlie to the group as he began to feel his entire body grow warm from the whiskey and the fire.
"She went to the car a lil while ago I think."
Just like any group of young adults would they decided it would be best to go out and look for her. They could have never had any idea what would ensue. The temperature had dropped low enough for them to see their breath in the air illuminated by their flashlights. They kept warm by passing around the bottle of whiskey from one to another, all taking in liquid that no longer burned their throats. After searching for some time, their worry increased a great deal. They had come to an opening in the woods, and a dark pond barely reflected the moonlight before them.
"Lets go skinny dipping!", demanded Don in a somewhat joking way that was backed by a minute amount of sincerity.
Everyone giggled at the idea except for Charlie and Noni. The two of them formulated a plan to go back to the car and drive around looking for Sher. As they began to venture back, Amy, Clarice, And Don had become oblivious as they began stripping down and getting into the frigid water. The three of them yelped as they plunged into dark water. It luckily had retained some of the heat of the day and was a bit warmer than the air. They began splashing each other playfully at first, and then a bit aggressively. While trying to avoid the onslaught of water Amy lost her footing, slipped, and fell under water. Don and Clarice laughed at her buffoonery until she failed to resurface.
"Goddamnit stop playing around", Clarice said to the glass like surface.
after what felt like a lifetime had passed Don began to lose his drunken cool, running and searching the water for Amy's body to no avail.
"no.. no... this can't be.", Don began to whimper.
Clarice was not as calm.
"WHAT DID YOU DO!? SHE'S GONE! HOW COULD YOU?!", She spat out at him while grabbing his wrists. If they weren't both in a panic the fact that they were naked would have made the proximity more awkward.
"I didn't mean to hurt her! how was I supposed to to know this would happen?", He answered back.
"We have to either find the body or get our story straight." Clarice whispered.
They stood in the frigid water nodding, starting the search they would never finish.
At about this time Charlie and Noni were discovering the car was out of gas.
"Oh no. no. no. no.", Noni began repeating at the sound of the engine failing to turn over.
"It's ok. We're not fit to drive anyway. im going to try calling her again", Charlie stated. just as the phone began to dial, Sher's phone lit up in the cup holder of the car.
"Shit."
Now clothed and much more worried, Don and Clarice attempted to formulate a plan while still sharing the near empty bottle. They realized there was no way around it. They had killed their friend. Clarice wasn't taking it so well.
"YOU FUCKING IDIOT! YOU KILLED HER! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU MONSTER!", She yelled as she whipped the bottle at don who just barely missed getting smacked by the glass bottle. It shattered loudly behind him right as Clarice jumped on him clawing his skin while literally spitting insults. Don had never hit a girl and he didn't want to now, but he was drunk and getting his ass kicked. In his panic, Don blindly grabbed the broken bottle while shielding his face from the blows Clarice was raining down upon him. He swung it once, but that was all it took. He began to feel warm and wet, and taste something metallic. Clarice's assault had stopped, she just sat there wide eyed holding her neck as it spouted blood. Don pushed her off of him and stood up. Don walked away, dropping the blood soaked bottle as the gurgling noises from Clarice grew fainter.
"Did you hear that?", Noni inquired as she and Charlie were giving up on the car, walking towards the cabin.
"yeah. sounded like yelling. lets get inside and wait for everyone to regroup."
Just then, Don emerged from the treeline mumbling to himself while looking at the ground.
"Oh its a relief to see you man. where are the girls?", said Charlie.
"They're... right behind me. did you find Sher?"
"Nah, the car won't start. It's outta gas."
"no. how can that be? this is all linked together. this isn't a coincidence. we have to get out of here." said Don, now looking underneath the car at the punctured gas tank, lying in the pool of gasoline.
"whats linked together?", asked Noni.
"they're dead. I killed them. It wasn't my fault though, it was the forest. the forest. it was the forest."
"What? you better be joking around man. don't fuck with me dude." Charlie strongly replied.
"No. it's true. we need to leave."
"Nonie, go to the cabin. Don come talk me through what happened."
Noni wore a blank stare as she trudged up to the cabin's front door and inside of it. feeling empty from the events that unfolded in the past couple hours. She watched Don and Charlie exchanging words from the window, she couldn't hear them but could tell who was talking because of the frost in the air expelled from their mouths. She glanced at the fire she has started earlier, it was still going. More importantly the shotgun above it was still there. she grabbed it, feeling it weight and power in her arms. Her friend Michael had taught her a little bit about guns, but she had never fired one before. Swiftly, as if her motions had been choreographed she went to the cabinet where the shells had been and grabbed two. While watching the conversation outside grow physical she loaded the gun and cocked it.
"You have to turn yourself in man! whether it was an accident or not it's still a crime!"
"no. we have to wait until morning." Don said dismissing Charlie as he walked towards the cabin, noticing Noni was now at the window holding the shotgun he had commented on earlier. Just as he was entering the wooden stronghold of the woods, Charlie rushed up behind him and tackled him to the floor.
Gripping the gun, Noni sees Don walking into the cabin while Charlie rushes him from behind knocking him to the ground. She doesn't know what to do, she doesn't want anyone to get hurt.
"STOP IT! BOTH OF YOU! STOP FIGHTING! STOP IT!"
A large crack rings out in the small cabin. The men look over surprised and see, a just as surprised, Noni holding the smoking gun pointing towards the ceiling. She's shaking and covered in debris from the now torn ceiling. Don got up and away from Charlie's grip, running towards Noni.
"Hey! You don't know how to use that! put it down before someone gets hurt!", He shouted trying to wrestle the gun away from her.
Charlie watched with awe as the last of his party struggled over a loaded firearm, noticing the heat from the fire and partly marveling at the fact it was still going. a second loud crack rang out. No yells. No cries. Noni fell to the ground, sporting a new gaping hole in her chest as Don held onto the gun with disbelief in his eyes.
"I didn't mean to. I swear. I just didn't want her to hurt anyone."
"Just like you didn't mean to hurt Amy or Clarice!?", Charlie yelled while picking up one of the smoldering logs from the fire. Don dropped the gun to the floor, and dropped his hands to his sides. The first blow from the log, swung wide and fast, stuck Don in the head. As he fell to the floor he had already lost consciousness, but that didn't keep charlie from continuing to beat Don's motionless body out of anger. Don's Gasoline soaked clothes caught fire as one would expect. Charlie didn't seem surprised and Don wasn't awake to notice.
Charlie dropped the log to the floor, picked up the gun and ammunition and sat on the floor of the cabin as it slowly filled with smoke and the scent of burning flesh. Charlie sat Indian style loading the gun, staring straight ahead at the door. His eyes were lifeless just like the bodies of his friends.
Just then the door burst open and one last crack rang out in the cabin, as Charlie fired a gun for the first time in his life. He went over to see what or who it was he had just shot.
Lying in the doorway was Sher, covered in blood. In one hand she had a bag of marshmallows, in the other she had a bloodied axe. In her pocket was a Phillips screw driver.
Charlie dropped the gun to the floor and ran to her side and cradled her. Spitting out blood, she told him how she had encountered the man who had cut the hole in their gas tank.
"Get out of here alive. Do us all a favor Charlie. Live"
He didn't say a word. He just ran. He ran away from the now burning cabin. He ran away from the stalled car. He ran past the trees, nearly tripping now and then. He ran until his lungs burned. One foot in front of the other he found himself running into the clearing and into the lake. Before He knew what he was doing, he was submerged in cool water. Water that gives life just as easily as it takes life. He swam down and down towards the bottom that wasn't there.
He couldn't drown himself. He couldn't betray everyone else like that. When he came back up to the surface, he was no longer in the woods. He was also no longer in the Dark Nameless pond. He re-surfaced in his parents swimming pool in their back yard.
He looked around for some sort of answer or explanation as he began to tread water fully clothed, but all he saw was the dead body of Amy floating face down in the pool with him.
Charlie got out of the pool, stripping his soggy clothes from him and walked to his hammock. Laying down in the hammock, his dog hobbes came over to him and sat down by his side.
The night air was crisp as they headed east towards the border of Indiana, the home state of Clarice. Clarice was a strong willed red head with a laugh that would shake a man's soul. It was her cabin that they were all going to for the night, to take a break from their tired college town. All of the teens and twenty somethings in the car, although from different states, were children of the mid-west and used to long flat drives with nothing but corn fields to look at. Charlie was driving with some soft delicate sounds playing through the radio, though it was Sher's car. Charlie was a hopeless romantic too nice for his own good, him turning his brights off rounding a turn reminded Sher of this while she sat in the passenger seat. Sher never seemed to get much into a conversation edgewise but when she did, she always made it count. Don and Amy sat in the back saying things that made the rest of the car burst into laughter always on cue like the studio audience at some sitcom.
Their journey was mostly behind them just like the setting sun had been an hour or so ago. The last stretch of road was the tricky part Clarice had told them earlier. It winded and was densely forested unlike the ninety degree roads they had taken most of the way. Just as Charlie was taking yet another turn in this unlit country away from everything and everyone, a silhouetted figure was struck by the low beam headlights of the small SUV. Brakes Squealed in protest as Charlie maneuvered the full car like only an experienced driver would, stopping twenty yards ahead of where the now vanished figure had been. Right as all this commotion had been in full swing Noni had been the loudest, yelling "Oh crackers Charlie watch out!". The two men got out of the car as their role of men called for them to do so, walking to the area they had saw their near "target" standing.
"What was that, i wasn't looking when it happened?", said don a little worried but more excited than anything to Charlie.
"Looked like a person, but it was probably a deer. Here this is where it was."
The spot in question was only occupied by a thick coating of blood. Blood looks much different in real life than it does on television, it is dark, it is thick, and it eventually turns black.
"what the fuck." whispered Don
"yeah, it must have been a hurt deer that ran off" Charlie said in a level headed nature.
But if it hadn't been so dark out, and if they all hadn't been so distracted by fear, excitement, and longing for the cabin, they might have seen where the figure had actually gone to. A Bloody man with flesh hanging from his frame crept underneath the gangs vehicle with a Phillips screw driver, stabbing a hole into the gas tank letting the pungent liquid slowly leak onto the pavement. Then just like that the forest ate him up once again.
The presence of the two brave men was welcomed by sighs of relief from the young women in the vehicle, who had been whispering loudly and worriedly the entire time to each other. They explained to the shaken up girls that they thought it was only a deer that had ran off and nothing was the matter. Everyone was safe, for now at least. The cabin was only a few minutes down the road and the unpacking took minutes after that. Noni noticed a fireplace, and being the considerate person she was, had brought marshmallows on the trip. She began to make a fire, stacking the wood accordingly.
"Hey Sher, I left the marshmallows out in the car can I have the keys?", she asked.
"I'll just grab em, since you're busy with this."
"Thanks hon"
Sher ventured out into the dark abyss, it would take about ten minutes before anyone noticed she was gone.
"Oh my shit! sweet gun!" Don exclaimed noticing the double barreled twelve gauge shotgun above the now roaring fire.
"Oh ha yeah, that's my Grandpa's. He just keeps it for decoration now but he used to be a big hunter around these parts." answered Clarice.
"Whiskey!" exclaimed Charlie finding the liquor cabinet which also contained a box of 12 gauges shells.
"what terrible placement of ammunition", Amy said to him.
He didn't acknowledge her quip as he uncorked the bottle taking a long swig from the warm amber colored liquid.
"Hey, where's Sher? she's been gone for at least ten minutes." Said charlie to the group as he began to feel his entire body grow warm from the whiskey and the fire.
"She went to the car a lil while ago I think."
Just like any group of young adults would they decided it would be best to go out and look for her. They could have never had any idea what would ensue. The temperature had dropped low enough for them to see their breath in the air illuminated by their flashlights. They kept warm by passing around the bottle of whiskey from one to another, all taking in liquid that no longer burned their throats. After searching for some time, their worry increased a great deal. They had come to an opening in the woods, and a dark pond barely reflected the moonlight before them.
"Lets go skinny dipping!", demanded Don in a somewhat joking way that was backed by a minute amount of sincerity.
Everyone giggled at the idea except for Charlie and Noni. The two of them formulated a plan to go back to the car and drive around looking for Sher. As they began to venture back, Amy, Clarice, And Don had become oblivious as they began stripping down and getting into the frigid water. The three of them yelped as they plunged into dark water. It luckily had retained some of the heat of the day and was a bit warmer than the air. They began splashing each other playfully at first, and then a bit aggressively. While trying to avoid the onslaught of water Amy lost her footing, slipped, and fell under water. Don and Clarice laughed at her buffoonery until she failed to resurface.
"Goddamnit stop playing around", Clarice said to the glass like surface.
after what felt like a lifetime had passed Don began to lose his drunken cool, running and searching the water for Amy's body to no avail.
"no.. no... this can't be.", Don began to whimper.
Clarice was not as calm.
"WHAT DID YOU DO!? SHE'S GONE! HOW COULD YOU?!", She spat out at him while grabbing his wrists. If they weren't both in a panic the fact that they were naked would have made the proximity more awkward.
"I didn't mean to hurt her! how was I supposed to to know this would happen?", He answered back.
"We have to either find the body or get our story straight." Clarice whispered.
They stood in the frigid water nodding, starting the search they would never finish.
At about this time Charlie and Noni were discovering the car was out of gas.
"Oh no. no. no. no.", Noni began repeating at the sound of the engine failing to turn over.
"It's ok. We're not fit to drive anyway. im going to try calling her again", Charlie stated. just as the phone began to dial, Sher's phone lit up in the cup holder of the car.
"Shit."
Now clothed and much more worried, Don and Clarice attempted to formulate a plan while still sharing the near empty bottle. They realized there was no way around it. They had killed their friend. Clarice wasn't taking it so well.
"YOU FUCKING IDIOT! YOU KILLED HER! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! YOU MONSTER!", She yelled as she whipped the bottle at don who just barely missed getting smacked by the glass bottle. It shattered loudly behind him right as Clarice jumped on him clawing his skin while literally spitting insults. Don had never hit a girl and he didn't want to now, but he was drunk and getting his ass kicked. In his panic, Don blindly grabbed the broken bottle while shielding his face from the blows Clarice was raining down upon him. He swung it once, but that was all it took. He began to feel warm and wet, and taste something metallic. Clarice's assault had stopped, she just sat there wide eyed holding her neck as it spouted blood. Don pushed her off of him and stood up. Don walked away, dropping the blood soaked bottle as the gurgling noises from Clarice grew fainter.
"Did you hear that?", Noni inquired as she and Charlie were giving up on the car, walking towards the cabin.
"yeah. sounded like yelling. lets get inside and wait for everyone to regroup."
Just then, Don emerged from the treeline mumbling to himself while looking at the ground.
"Oh its a relief to see you man. where are the girls?", said Charlie.
"They're... right behind me. did you find Sher?"
"Nah, the car won't start. It's outta gas."
"no. how can that be? this is all linked together. this isn't a coincidence. we have to get out of here." said Don, now looking underneath the car at the punctured gas tank, lying in the pool of gasoline.
"whats linked together?", asked Noni.
"they're dead. I killed them. It wasn't my fault though, it was the forest. the forest. it was the forest."
"What? you better be joking around man. don't fuck with me dude." Charlie strongly replied.
"No. it's true. we need to leave."
"Nonie, go to the cabin. Don come talk me through what happened."
Noni wore a blank stare as she trudged up to the cabin's front door and inside of it. feeling empty from the events that unfolded in the past couple hours. She watched Don and Charlie exchanging words from the window, she couldn't hear them but could tell who was talking because of the frost in the air expelled from their mouths. She glanced at the fire she has started earlier, it was still going. More importantly the shotgun above it was still there. she grabbed it, feeling it weight and power in her arms. Her friend Michael had taught her a little bit about guns, but she had never fired one before. Swiftly, as if her motions had been choreographed she went to the cabinet where the shells had been and grabbed two. While watching the conversation outside grow physical she loaded the gun and cocked it.
"You have to turn yourself in man! whether it was an accident or not it's still a crime!"
"no. we have to wait until morning." Don said dismissing Charlie as he walked towards the cabin, noticing Noni was now at the window holding the shotgun he had commented on earlier. Just as he was entering the wooden stronghold of the woods, Charlie rushed up behind him and tackled him to the floor.
Gripping the gun, Noni sees Don walking into the cabin while Charlie rushes him from behind knocking him to the ground. She doesn't know what to do, she doesn't want anyone to get hurt.
"STOP IT! BOTH OF YOU! STOP FIGHTING! STOP IT!"
A large crack rings out in the small cabin. The men look over surprised and see, a just as surprised, Noni holding the smoking gun pointing towards the ceiling. She's shaking and covered in debris from the now torn ceiling. Don got up and away from Charlie's grip, running towards Noni.
"Hey! You don't know how to use that! put it down before someone gets hurt!", He shouted trying to wrestle the gun away from her.
Charlie watched with awe as the last of his party struggled over a loaded firearm, noticing the heat from the fire and partly marveling at the fact it was still going. a second loud crack rang out. No yells. No cries. Noni fell to the ground, sporting a new gaping hole in her chest as Don held onto the gun with disbelief in his eyes.
"I didn't mean to. I swear. I just didn't want her to hurt anyone."
"Just like you didn't mean to hurt Amy or Clarice!?", Charlie yelled while picking up one of the smoldering logs from the fire. Don dropped the gun to the floor, and dropped his hands to his sides. The first blow from the log, swung wide and fast, stuck Don in the head. As he fell to the floor he had already lost consciousness, but that didn't keep charlie from continuing to beat Don's motionless body out of anger. Don's Gasoline soaked clothes caught fire as one would expect. Charlie didn't seem surprised and Don wasn't awake to notice.
Charlie dropped the log to the floor, picked up the gun and ammunition and sat on the floor of the cabin as it slowly filled with smoke and the scent of burning flesh. Charlie sat Indian style loading the gun, staring straight ahead at the door. His eyes were lifeless just like the bodies of his friends.
Just then the door burst open and one last crack rang out in the cabin, as Charlie fired a gun for the first time in his life. He went over to see what or who it was he had just shot.
Lying in the doorway was Sher, covered in blood. In one hand she had a bag of marshmallows, in the other she had a bloodied axe. In her pocket was a Phillips screw driver.
Charlie dropped the gun to the floor and ran to her side and cradled her. Spitting out blood, she told him how she had encountered the man who had cut the hole in their gas tank.
"Get out of here alive. Do us all a favor Charlie. Live"
He didn't say a word. He just ran. He ran away from the now burning cabin. He ran away from the stalled car. He ran past the trees, nearly tripping now and then. He ran until his lungs burned. One foot in front of the other he found himself running into the clearing and into the lake. Before He knew what he was doing, he was submerged in cool water. Water that gives life just as easily as it takes life. He swam down and down towards the bottom that wasn't there.
He couldn't drown himself. He couldn't betray everyone else like that. When he came back up to the surface, he was no longer in the woods. He was also no longer in the Dark Nameless pond. He re-surfaced in his parents swimming pool in their back yard.
He looked around for some sort of answer or explanation as he began to tread water fully clothed, but all he saw was the dead body of Amy floating face down in the pool with him.
Charlie got out of the pool, stripping his soggy clothes from him and walked to his hammock. Laying down in the hammock, his dog hobbes came over to him and sat down by his side.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Today the thoughts returned
Along with the voices
I always knew they would
It's nice to have company
When I close my eyes I glimpse the past, present, and future all simultaneously. The things that are about to happen already did, and what already did can be changed. Our destiny is written by our father's father and he didn't have the end in mind.
When i close my eyes today
I see a bitter cold
My last hope remains with a fleeting warmth
that I long for once again
Along with the voices
I always knew they would
It's nice to have company
When I close my eyes I glimpse the past, present, and future all simultaneously. The things that are about to happen already did, and what already did can be changed. Our destiny is written by our father's father and he didn't have the end in mind.
When i close my eyes today
I see a bitter cold
My last hope remains with a fleeting warmth
that I long for once again
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