It feels like I’m fading in the well-known state of omnipotence.
I have the urge to oversee just about any event in person’s daytime.
It’s an obsession or it’s worst – mania. I do have history of deep depression
And manic states of mad outbursts sometimes not sleeping for days
Waking up naked in a foreign country somewhere wild
Somewhat wild to say the least of my lifestyle
But it’s all choices and I love them all. Truly
Madly, though, and deeply I go nuts over Christiania
She’s all I’ve ever been out and about, out loud.
She’s the goddess from my sincerest fears
But somehow I don’t fear her
This time I fear me
As I know what I become when obsessed with a beauty
Then and then only there’s no hope for my soul,
Yet I’m full of hope and prostate urges…
Dafuq’s going on, dude
I scream at myself when there’s nobody there to fight
I don’t lose, I only win though even when I’m
Half-way fucked-up, naked on a poker table
Will I be able to control it this time,
Or it will take the best out of me
One last time or one more time with feeling
My feels are fleeting
In the romance, I’m needing
But missing her so badly
I might do some stupid shit
Just to get noticed
Bloody attention whore
Attention revolutionary
I don’t want to look scary
But scarcely I pass for a regular Joe
Especially with my Dali’s stache
….
Damn I broke another heart
With my next move
I can only go right
Go far, go deep, into the light
And straight into the abyss
