01-18-06 - 02:14
"Do you still walk the streets at night?
With the Wanderlust you fight
Back to the corner where we went our
Separate ways
The veins that plough beneath your path
With so many tales to tell
A picture out of focus
In a frame where no one cares
Calm the ocean breeze
Quiet the raging sea
This stormy ship we sail
Is a bottle filled with rage”
Flogging molly
I’m not dead. The new place I moved to just now got internet. The sky is still blue, water is still wet, and life is only pain.
And of all the people in the world, the same man that told me all my life, never quit a good job. My father told me I should quit. That this one doesn’t agree with me. I feel the same way but the pay is good. I think he is worried about me flipping out at work and really hurting someone. I just can’t seem to turn the other cheek. It is one thing to accuse me of being incorrect in the info of my job. But when you call me a liar and blame my upbringing on my mother who died when I was young, I have no fuse. If you ask me it was nice that I left it at just words. It took all of my willpower not to act on instinct and remove the threat. Needless to say we lost a costumer for as long as I work there. I said and implied some things I wish I had given more thought to. But I will die before I play the coward. Attack me and I will retaliate three fold.
I guess pride go before the fall.
So let me plummet.
I cling to my darker side. It has been the only thing that has kept me alive this far.
“He who makes a beast of himself, no longer bares the burden of humanity.”
