she then was filled with a sadness, one she had felt before but had never really stung as much as this.

and then suddenly, everything was just wrong.

Rapture Somebody Else

and we hope those fuckers were right

that there is a God

and he gives us but a few months of bliss

to run  a muck 

of this earth we can now call ours

and we are free

because it is only at the end of all things we are ever free

free of purpose of responsibility and of any sense

because it's all just figured out for us

we can be the pawns we always wanted

and nothing will ever matter or trouble us again

The moods changing again
as we enter through
to another phase of life
just a little bit more detached
from our previous plans and ideas
and the drugs
are becoming ever more present
just a little bit more desperate
and the end of all things
is a little less bleak.

There Ain't No Toothpaste Comin' Out That Tube (country song)

There ain't no toothpaste comin' out that tube
oh there's nothin' left to squeeze or unscrew
I'm sorry but there's nothin' left to do
it's too late but i'll try the shops real soon.

I'm sorry I should have checked up on the date
I could have sworn there was plenty left in the Colgate
and I know things like this make ye quite irate
but its always there
never need to care
till it's just too late.

I saw love in a movie once

And it's because we got lost in feelings we don't have.
We're like androids, devoid of emotion but so desperate to experience it
Souls tortured by the lack of chains
We are empty husks, more in love with ideas than each other
Too high on fictional passions and romantic living to be bothered finding anyone to be passionate about.
What happens when our bodies begin to die,
What happens when we notice,
When the idea and passion for life fades,
Who will we have to share our miseries?