Morbid Angst

I don't know what to write I just know I should and I know I'm upset.

Sometimes I just want to cry, cry for this life cry for my lonliness.
It's so tough knowing you're gonna be gone, then wasting away the little time you have.
It's painful, so painful it makes you want to hurt something.
But that's just what it wants you to do, give in to the pain, give in to your will.
Why should I let my emotions govern my actions?
Listening to little voices in my head would leave me a bloody mess, laying in the blood of those around me.
Such pain, such power, such a will to kill.
It hurts with every beat, every painful beat.
Is it really easier to end it all, to just give up and fuck off?
Why am I still here, time ticks and I sit and wait for the explosion.
I want to paint with blood, I want to feel their pain.

Shut the Fuck Up.

There is a really really big picture and we are but little dots in the far top left corner. The dots that we are, however, are so small that we would easily be mistaken for cheetahs or even buffalo. And as we pan outward we see that it is not the only picture on the wall, but a collection of millions. Some of these pictures look very similar, and infact many of them are more then likely identical. But who cares?

Murin

I have no use for time.

In the complete history of clocks there are only three that stand out as truly remarkable clocks, however, if you were to include watches as clocks there would be many more. Today we will focus primarily on the three clocks. Enjoy.

Clock #1: The Polish Foot Clock, Shmuntirple
Shmuntirple was made by a poor farm boy that lived in southern Turkey in the late 1870's. The design represents that of many Polish Foot Clocks, but what sets Shmuntriple apart is its use of common household items in very remarkable ways. The entire hulirt gear has been replaced with a full size violin, although this effects the crank-shaft of the riddit chain, this was by passed by also including a live chicken in place of a dulent. (The current chicken in Shmuntirple is a descendant of the original.) You can find Shmuntirple in the Swiss National Museum of Trinkets and Bovine.

Clock #2: The Canadian Mossewich, Jurji
Jurji comes from the Arabic word that has nothing to do with "Smooth Movement" and it shows amazingly in its design. Jurji was created in the year 2003 by Canadian scientists in search of a way to keep the ice in their freezers from melting at 32 degrees Fahrenheit. Although the Scientist did not accomplish what they set out to do they did engineer a clock that uses a series of math equations to figure out the time in 31 seconds and then subtract 31 seconds to find the current time. Many people believe this is the first step to successful time travel. You can find Jurji at the Canadian Museum of Below Freezing Numbers and Thing They Create.

Clock #3: Murin
Close to nothing is known about Murin. Murin was found in an old garage of a man named Schmirkims Oswald. He claimed it was a coo-coo clock but when the time reached the hour nothing happened. This is a very bizarre phenomenon and can still be witnessed to this day. There have been extensive studies on the cause of this but none have come to a definite answer. Some say that Murin is actually a sign from god. Others say that every hour Murin sends a mysterious race of aliens a signal, reporting the happenings of earth. Today you can't actually see Murin; it is in a top secret holding facility somewhere south of Gnome Alaska.

Let Me Out

Slice my wrists as they catch on the barbed wire
Bleeding as I sit here waiting for you
I see that you never cared, you never cared
So now I'm just left here waiting
Left here dying, I'll always be waiting for you

I wake up with no one beside me, ever beside me
Always looking for you, always waiting for you
My head has never hurt so much
Why do I even put up with your shit?
Why am I left waiting for a girl that never was quite there?

Left for dead I lay here dreaming of a perfect world
Pizza for breakfast with you at the table
Why am I waiting? I've already found the perfect world
This dream is so torturous as I wake up and hurt my head
What’s the point in waiting for someone who isn't there?

Find me a poet and I'll write you one thousand words
Find me a cockroach and my love will last forever
You can't kill a cockroach, but poets die for fun
I've never known life until I you made it unbearable
I've never seen the light until you left me in the dark

Never leave me out again; the rain eats at my soul
Its not much more the a damp crumbling cookie
Mice won't come near as I drown my sorrows in blood
I'm as dry as a muffin, never tasted but thrown out
For a perfect world you seem so dead, too dead

How can you live this life with no Idea of who I am?
Can you please at least morn my infinite passing?
I may not be gone but you'll be around forever
Never let my name fade with you diamond tears
Always let me pas you by never let me stay

Blank White

As I sit here staring at my blank white ceiling,
Why am I existing in this melencholy world of mortals?
Day to pointless day watching disgustingly happy people walk to and fro.
I ask for Heaven,
Heaven has no need for someone as dangerously undetermined as I.
I settle for Hell,
Hell doesn't want anybody with such adimintine thoughts that I posses.
I live in this world,
This world of death and decay,
This world of hope and joy.
Here I am forever abandoned in this lonely paradise.
Is there nothing I shouldn't desire here?
Nothing I should not want?
My ancient life is in this world of newborns,
I struggle everyday to keep my miserable place,
As I wrestle with wanting to fly.
I am friendly.
I am deadly.

Sweet Ireland

Sweet Ireland, sweet Ireland
May you be forever beauty, forever mine
My Ireland, my love, you'll always be in my thoughts
Tears for rain, an embrace like that of warm spring
Ireland never let me leave your arms, keep me in your heart
A breeze of sweet whispers, eyes like the lush green hills
You are my own, my sweet Ireland