Blue Letter

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Relationship issues

Crack! All of a sudden, he felt a gentle but violent breeze go by his clean shaven face. He ducked down and stumbled into the middle of the aisle. The crowd gave a loud gasp but the awe struck man paid no attention. he was too focused on the small rubber puck that lay to the side of his girlfriend. Quickly he dove onto it before the other fans flocked to it. He managed to right himself amongst the scuffle and held his prize up high as he was applauded by the entire arena. As he basked in his glory paramedics rushed to the aid of his girlfriend, her eye gushing blood like the breached levies in New Orleans. He turned around only to notice her in a stretcher being taken the aisle. He shrugged and continued to watch the rest of the game without leaving to check on her. When he arrived home at 2am he was greeted by the empty closet space once occupied by his formes lover's belongings. She wasn't coming back. When later asked if he regreted his actions, re replied, "not at all, it was the playoffs!"

Friday, April 1, 2011

SA2 Reign Supreme- Saving Grace


born alone, i'm always trying and failing

to escape the slowly sinking feeling

i have worn like a weighted crown of thorns

can we share this burden of being born alone?

we fucking die alone

no words can change what's written in stone

so i fall, fall down to my knees

oh god save me from the hands of my fellow man

but no one can save me from this path i've chosen now

to leave those empty words behind, i can't be saved

crashing bores and lifeless whores, all that surrounds

and the hunter becomes the hunted down, trust in doubt

trust in nothing but a reckless abandon

and the hunter becomes the hunted down, so save yourself

and if you spit, i'll swallow every bitter taste

buried so deep inside of me

this sovereign heart is my saving grace

could never be a part of something more

could never be a part of something worth dying for

and i'll live a life that doesn't mean anything

break the cycle, break those chains

but when i die, you'll sing songs that don't mean anything

break the cycle, break the chains

we all die alone