From my rotting body, flowers shall grow
and I am in them,
and that is eternity

- Edvard Munch 15/07/2025 23:41

Its personality's a lack of identity
It makes no statement but does so quite loudly
It's an aesthetic, I mean an anesthetic, and its an experience for your seventh sense, yes
Does it cure cancer? Yes, it cures cancer!
Wow! It begs the question just to tell you the answer
Do you believe in the power of silence? Well if you walk the walk, can you talk more quiet?
-
You fill your head with thoughts you find you can't even feel
Try to make room in your skull, but its full of them
All of the things that you think and then think about thinking
I know It's hard
But they're not who you are
They're white noise

White Noise - Will Wood 15/07/2025 23:26

Oh, I'm sorry, I promise, I'm doing my best
I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet
I still don't know who you are
I only know that I'm still lonely
That morbid sort where even company can't cure me
And the more you reassure, the less I trust
But still you gave me your heart
I only gave you my body
Honestly thought nobody'd want it, let alone notice it's gone
And so I left it home, but now, now, now, now
I keep a locket with a picture on the back of my head
Oh, monkey-wrench my side view mirrors, ghost my friends
I've lived more lives than enough, I haven't died quite as much
But I'm not a real person, just the shit you can't make up
-
I'm down, pounding my head against the kitchen floor
Apologizing for my life and ever entering yours
Don't say "I'm sorry, but this can't go on"
I know you've got scars of your own
But hide my knives before you go
I'll either live or die alone
I swear, I will die trying
I'm still in the process, but I'm making progress
I promise, I honestly wanna prove improvement's possible
I swear, I'm so fucking sorry
I'm not a good person, I'm barely a person at all
But someday I'll be perfect, and I'll make up for it all

Against the Kitchen Floor - Will Wood 15/07/2025 23:21

I don't know when I noticed
life was life at my expense
The words of my heart lined
up like prisoners on a fence
The dreams came in like needy
children tugging at my sleeve
I said I have no way of
feeding you, so leave

Prince of Darkness - Indigo Girls 15/07/2025 23:00

There's more than one answer to these questions, pointing me in a crooked line
And the less I seek my source for some definitive, the closer I am to fine

Closer to Fine - Indigo Girls 15/07/2025 22:57