PyroFromTheCenter
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 7, 2006
- Messages
- 34
It's everywhere.
I see it on every corner.
Teetch clench, face strain -- resistance
"I'm not pulling over the car... just going to work"
Work requires energy.
Fast paced
People talking, talking, talking -- resistance weakening
I'll need to talk to make money.
No... no I can succeed without it
I can... but it'd be easier
Besides, who cares?
Just you.
Floating into the coffee-shop, aromas mystify me.
Images on the walls make me feel at home.
Smelling, seeing, tasing the air!
I hate the taste. The smell makes me sick!
I want to vomit now. Get me outta here!
The doors are gone. Vision blurring.
"How-do-I-get-outta-here?" Mumbling. Head starting to fall.
Hypnosis. The music... damnit I forgot they use the music.
And I'll forget again.
Time slips by after caffiene episodes.
Alluring again, the voice will call me back
I've resisted before and won!
Each time I remake the wall.
Building it back up is getting easier.
Sometimes I find new materials to use.
I'm getting stronger.
A lack of patience with myself at this point
Would mean utter failure.
Out of energy tonight.
Not even enough to make myself dinner.
I'm skipping dinner. Just gonna grab some water.
Sleep comes. I'm out -- empty in seconds.
Morning comes.
Sun shakes me awake early.
Body shifts, burries face in the pillow -- back to sleep.
Wake up comes.
I feel like such a fiend.
Mashed hair, folded face, stiff muscles
Dehydrated, feeling crusty, squinted eyes
What the hell? Am I hung over?
-----
Caffiene addiction, anyone?
Pyro
P.S. The Original Pyro
I see it on every corner.
Teetch clench, face strain -- resistance
"I'm not pulling over the car... just going to work"
Work requires energy.
Fast paced
People talking, talking, talking -- resistance weakening
I'll need to talk to make money.
No... no I can succeed without it
I can... but it'd be easier
Besides, who cares?
Just you.
Floating into the coffee-shop, aromas mystify me.
Images on the walls make me feel at home.
Smelling, seeing, tasing the air!
I hate the taste. The smell makes me sick!
I want to vomit now. Get me outta here!
The doors are gone. Vision blurring.
"How-do-I-get-outta-here?" Mumbling. Head starting to fall.
Hypnosis. The music... damnit I forgot they use the music.
And I'll forget again.
Time slips by after caffiene episodes.
Alluring again, the voice will call me back
I've resisted before and won!
Each time I remake the wall.
Building it back up is getting easier.
Sometimes I find new materials to use.
I'm getting stronger.
A lack of patience with myself at this point
Would mean utter failure.
Out of energy tonight.
Not even enough to make myself dinner.
I'm skipping dinner. Just gonna grab some water.
Sleep comes. I'm out -- empty in seconds.
Morning comes.
Sun shakes me awake early.
Body shifts, burries face in the pillow -- back to sleep.
Wake up comes.
I feel like such a fiend.
Mashed hair, folded face, stiff muscles
Dehydrated, feeling crusty, squinted eyes
What the hell? Am I hung over?
-----
Caffiene addiction, anyone?
Pyro
P.S. The Original Pyro
