Bored to Death Ahh !!~~'There must be something I can do.'
I'm lying on my bed, staring at the wall.
I don't feel like going out, I don't feel like staying in.
'There must be something I can do.'
I'm lying on my bed, That mark on the ceiling looks like a dog (Mad Dog) Rmb? O.o
I don't feel like talking, I don't feel like being quiet.
I'm lying on my bed, My thoughts keeping me company.
I don't feel like thinking, I don't feel like sleeping
'There must be something I can do.'
I'm lying on my bed, I'm bored!! ):
There is nothing to be afraid of, it is only the windchanging to the east, it is only your father the thunder, your mother the rain. In this country of waterwith its beige moon damp as a mushroom, its drowned stumps and long birdsthat swim, where the moss growson all sides of the treesand your shadow is not your shadow but your reflection, your true parents disappear when the curtain covers your door. We are the others, the ones from under the lake who stand silently beside your bed with our heads of darkness. We have come to cover you with red wool, with our tears and distant whispers. You rock in the rain's arms, the chilly ark of your sleep, while we wait, your nightfather and mother, with our cold hands and dead flashlight, knowing we are only the wavering shadows thrown by one candle, in this echo you will hear twenty years later... Lols! =.-
Missing you @ 10/24/2009 11:15:00 PM