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Thursday, July 9, 2009 11:37:00 PM Get to bed Just a small poem before bed. Ironically appropriated.
Sorry if it doesn't make any sense. It was written during difficult times. I was still studying for my Physics/Chemistry exam. Harsh. That has to leave marks on someone as fragile as me... --- But there’s a woe in my voided mindless self-caress As I force myself to tie myself to the rope I’m falling from Vampires breathe for blood and I breathe for sap Thus I am a lust hater, brain faker; old me I see: that the clouds don’t drift (for peace) away Jeopardize my tries, for cries; get to bed, go to die Chemistry is evil; as for Physics I’d rather find Death dressed in a black late-evening gown Than to try, to fight; shall you divide in two my heart? O’ Physics never mine! O’ knowledge long denied Where’d you be? In a year, where’d you be, I mean, Did the gracious never-ending love take the best of me? But when feelings won’t be real, fades to black the night Jeopardize my fights, for sighs; get to bed, go to die This water won’t be purified by seven distillations; This water won’t be blessed by Lord if deionised; And there isn’t anything left to try: so, if you allow me I’d rather find my way out from life! O’ life, Why did you disappoint my eagerness? You just Jeopardize my lies, for might; get to bed, go to die! You, life, get to bed, go to die!... --- So, that´s it, pretty much. I'm crazy, I know. Good thing I'm proud of it. Madness's completely healthy, and it promotes creativity. That's the theory, anyway. Anyway. I've spent the past few hours trying to make this blog look like something. I've even found a way to put my playlist here! :) Hope y'all like it. Still, I don't know what happened to the damn comments' button. It disappeared during the new skin process. Guess I should try to find that out tomorrow. Or whatever. I wasn't going to have comments anyway. Still, it's always good to know that if anyone visited this new address, there was a way for me to know it. Guess I'll just go to sleep with that question in my head. I just hope I don't have to splash it (or anything else) on the wall tonight. Labels: Chemistry, Get to bed, irony, Physics, playlist, skin, sleep |
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