Verse of Broken BeartsWho benefits from self-destruction?Nothing left to die forWhen everything is gone.I was real.I could touch the starsBut thenA synthetic love yet againNot real.Not here.A Physical dreamWaiting to disappear when you wake upFrom your lust filled dream.
Pixl DiseaseThe ink stained paper pressed against my skin left the reverse words to my most resent song on my cheek. It was taxing staying up until three in the morning trying to get some good material for the band. My mind was numb and I had already finished off four JDs that night. The only light in the room was the glowing television screen with Mario still paused. Benji and Preston where both passed out on the carpet in front of the couch and I knew Arisu had been curled in bed since nine of last night. Aggie was yet to return from her voyage to the local dumpster. The pull of worry was always there in the back of my mind whenever she went dumpster diving alone. We have all been sharing the same apartment, living off minimum wage jobs and handouts from fast food restaurant co-workers. The place was tiny. One bedroom, a bathroom, kitchen and living room. I guess it was all right. We all managed to keep alive.I absentmindedly played with the pen in my hand. I had to think of something before Fr