Monday, April 6, 2009

Goodbye Ink and Paper Douze

Uninspired I look up to the sky, I wonder how long until I get high.
Satan rejected my soul
He never quite goes this low
He's seen my face around
He knows Heaven doesn't seem to be my home
So I must find somewhere else to go
Too jaded to question stagnation

The sun burns through the face numbing air.
It isn't enough
I want more

And I get what I want
I'll never want it again.

I suppose that I could pretend that it was about something that it isn't and the unintiated might be foolish enough to buy it.

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