The MOMENT keep on coming!
I try to look forward not back,
But it's so goddamn hard!
I never felt the word GOD would sound so obscene
Now, the whole world is my grave yard
Where is the old [I] I used to know?
Where did I go?
All this fuckin' silence
Like a Quakers' funeral
I'm not waiting for something mythical
I'm not waiting for something historical
I'm not waiting for some ghost
A blood-sacrificing bullshit
To save my soul
My Death is a wedding with forgetfulness
My Death is an Amnesia blessing
Am I the secret?
I'm surviving the darkness of my soul
I'm gone beyond the good
I process within the bad
Fix your eyes on me, and please
Please, don't tell me about what is invisible
So I may place another look on your eyes
Whatever... nevermind what Captain Kurt said:
"Whatelse should I be
All apologies!"
I need to either go
to the drugstore or the restroom!
Kurt not Kert [sorry]
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