I can only type the same words over again so many times before they become meaningless.
Drifting soundlessly into the oblivion of apathy. Losing all touch with the idea that at one time was so prevalent. They fade from the page like memories supressed. Only a faint image left. A stain. Taint.
Just as life fades to a bitter existance. These empty eyes reflecting what you want to see. Ringing laughter of a thousand thoughts. Carnal urges drive me to the written word. Finding my soul on the page.
Blank scribbles. Draining the blood from me. Painting the walls with it. Colour me perfect. Stay inside the lines. Never stray. Chastise harshly for such insistance.
Disgrace. Falling loudly. Not too far. The ground is close. Beckoning. It's come hither smile. Subtle curves. Calling with dischordant tones. Slam down the reciever on the unwanted. Scream until raw. Meat dripping gore.
Dragging along. Hang back. Hang low. Pretty horsey. Desire coursing. This river's flow. Turn the tides. Pierce the heart. Sparking in the light. Catching the star.
Another hole. Filler.
Discontinue.