in(time)ate

it's always the case
just when it seems all ace,
i'm out of the race, it seems...
no pit stops, only mangled bits of an old worn stock car.

I'm driving out;
in your direction.
Pull me over...

outofmylife

see you later love.

nibbled

lunch. me+you and then some. 

and some more. and more...

1245

gappling minigun looking thru them barrels
can't see no sun, this used to be fun,
teetering on the thrill, living on edge.
Where's it all gone now, where's it all gone,
down through that rabbit hole,
like foot through royal ass,
endless maze of shit and piss,
I think I'd barely miss,
oh Alice, how would you fare?
If you be here and I there,
I fear the insanity of reality
a tad too hard to bare.
Running along now, running along.
On the same side of road,
on the same side of road
on the same fucking side.
Of road.

Been singing the same old tune
and I want it to change,
like nailing myself to the cross all over again
and wrestling myself free to nail my hands in all over
again, and the wound doesn't heal no it doesn't,
it just gets bigger and gangrenous,
bits of skin and bone,
and she's still here, though miles away than
I'd like, and yet she still is here.
for now.