I feel one of my turns coming on

07 enero

I feel one of my turns coming on

Day after day

life turns grey

like the skin of the dying men

And night after night

we pretend it's all right

but I have grown older

and very much bored

and nothing

is very

much fun

anymore.

And

I

can

feel

one of my turns coming on.

I

feel

cold as a razorblade

tight as a tourniquet

dry as a funeral drum.

RUN TO THE BEDROOM IN THE SUITCASE OF THE LEFT YOU'LL FIND MY FAVOURITE AXE

I can feel it. It's growing, it's the stress. Oh yeah, welcome back old friend. Yes, I feel it, under my skin.

And those words are not mine, and I'd like them to be mine. And I feel envy, and Greed, and I feel lower and I think it grieves me. I do not know what Grieve means. I'm tired, my fellow, yes, tired. I've been working for hours, and I feel I would need much more days to finish. And all is going to end. Oh damn me!!!! Why? I was doing it well, why? why should I be damned and condemned once more. And those little feelings, those who made me crazy, longtime forgotten, longtime dead are trying to atack again, now I'm low. Oh, my goodness sake! No, not again, not me. I WILL RULE OVER.

And I, can feel it drying me again. Not now.

I think I am very dissapointed, just like you are. But sometimes I do not believe even it me.

I am very weak.

And now is time for your answers.