I've decided as of lately to embrace my anger, my hate, my disgust, my contempt, my loathing and lastly but greatly, my confusion. Theres alot more emotions im feeling(mostly negative) but to continue on I fear would be redundant. Why is it that only when we finally shed the things we deem important that we begin to realise how wrong we were. I've been focusing on things, that albeit important, made me lose focus on many of the other important things in my life. So this is it. This is the shedding of my skin, and like most subjects Tool steals the words from my muse before they can ever reach me. My shadow.
my shadow
Change is coming through my shadow.
My shadow's shedding skin
I've been picking
My scabs again.
I've been crawling on my belly
Clearing out what could've been.
I've been wallowing in my own chaotic
And insecure delusions.
I wanna feel the change consume me,
Feel the outside turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
Cleansing I've endured in
I choose to live and to
Grow, take and give and to
Move, learn and love and to
Cry, kill and die and to
Be paranoid and to
Lie, hate and fear and to
Do what it takes to move through.
I choose to live and to
Lie, kill and give and to
Die, learn and love and to
Do what it takes to step through. Peace bitches, call me sometime I've got more free time than is good for myself 281-508-6369
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