so i almost didnt recover, i feel sick to the stomach, the bug was
removed from my smoke detector but thats kind of irrelevant i suppose.
self doubt is a pain in the arse. it gets right in the way. every time
it invades im lost again, struggling with the most simple of tasks.
which word next huh? all this has got to stop ive had it, enough of
the spitting bollocks and too many swearing words and crap music
through the air waves, green mist swooping in and around my head
rolling my eyes back, splitting my jaw, head reclined rolling in on
itself until im a ball of dust that i cant see in a see through world
looking out across a cloudy blue sky and beneath.
blackened, roasted and rolled. poisoned what the fuck am i doing,
there's way too many strays stalking the streets for this to be a safe
haven, ive got the fear, im unbound, trying to hold on tight to this
greased tug of war. the man infront as big as a building.
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