this dark death you haunt while i sleep your breath fills the room with the devil what a yuletide song that we sing for the birth of a baby we revel
my skin would turn into a song if i knew if you remember me hearing the choirs and i’ve the lords 60 books in my room not one word on the page can break the silence
but im not like you do you just need me
this bright light stay a lit till i sleep can you sing me one of the apostles songs? what a memory we have, that we keep and a dozen memories added to the haunted
and years time ill confront the image that i keep in a back room locked up in my body and i pray you will say that you made a mistake but if you don’t there’s plenty i can say yeah if you don’t there’s plenty i can say
i don’t just need you you don’t just need me i don’t just need you you don’t just need me
things are different, but not in a sense that it’s conspicuous. it’s just that i’ve looked back and things are slowly changing and i’m not the kid i used to be, and that’s totally a positive aspect of my forever changing life. i feel like i’m more lucky than some people, but then again, i’m more susceptible of getting used to something and then my whole world will change. but i’m hoping, and literally crossing my fingers, that everything right now can stay the way it is, because i’m totally happy and loving every second of it.
We’re not wheat, we’re buckwheat. When a storm comes along it flattens ripe wheat because it’s dry and can’t bend with the wind. But ripe buckwheat’s got sap in it and it bends. And when the wind has passed, it springs up almost as straight and strong as before. We aren’t a stiffnecked tribe. We’re mighty limber when a hard wind’s blowing, because we know it pays to be limber. When trouble comes we bow to the inevitable without any mouthing, and we work and we smile and we bide our time. And we play along with lesser folks and we take what we can get from them. And when we’re strong enough, we kick the folks whose necks we’ve climbed over. That, my child, is the secret of survival, and I pass it on to you.
I’m tired of everyone bitching. I’m tired of everyone complaining. I’m tired of everything going wrong. I’m tired of money being spent on idiosyncratic shit. I’m tired of medicine that doesn’t work. I’m tired of being emotionless. I’m tired of pain. I’m tired of this all.