Tuesday, November 25, 2008
The Justin Curtain
I smell death.
Oh, please do not take me again.
It was a long struggle to crawl away from despondency and now, like the unforgiving gravity you pull me back.
Or is this all a deceptive measure to get me to understand?
That I'll realise that it is my own mind that has been playing tricks on me.
That there's none that is worth misery but the ones I choose to make myself feel.
Oh wait, I now understand.
I select my own misery.
It is my physical human choice to despair.
It has always been my choice, and thus, my fault.
But wait. What the fuck?
What's going on?
The ground's still getting closer, it's getting closer.
I close my eyes again, and I pray, I rejoice:
Hallelujah.
Hallemotherfuckinglujah.
Oh, please do not take me again.
It was a long struggle to crawl away from despondency and now, like the unforgiving gravity you pull me back.
Or is this all a deceptive measure to get me to understand?
That I'll realise that it is my own mind that has been playing tricks on me.
That there's none that is worth misery but the ones I choose to make myself feel.
Oh wait, I now understand.
I select my own misery.
It is my physical human choice to despair.
It has always been my choice, and thus, my fault.
But wait. What the fuck?
What's going on?
The ground's still getting closer, it's getting closer.
I close my eyes again, and I pray, I rejoice:
Hallelujah.
Hallemotherfuckinglujah.
Justin, 01:26