Coffee and Caffeine Induced Lunacy.

[mood: tired]
[music: "Harlot" - Psyclon Nine]

I've been obsessed with this song for the past few days. No idea why. It's just like...the greatest song at the moment.

[i]
The withered thorns that caress my tainted flesh
The shattered halo that shattered all our dreams
We’ve been condemned by the pages of false hope
We’ve been caressed by each others’ lives in death
Blood stained sheets
Mask our grief
Will render out tryst incomplete
Trudging through the carcass of what used to be a living world
Ten-thousand lovers of Gods forgotten child
We take our mark while on bent and bloody knees
Not saved alone but together we are exile[/i]

Still need to get Crwn Thy Frnicatr though it came out AGES ago.

I'm going through my Livejournal right now, fixing all the entries. A lot of them have these useless closing size tags I need to get rid of, and as well, most of them are private now because I decided to cut it down to two filters - friends and another specific filter, instead of using the million and one filters I had before. Little did I know that when making that switch that all the entries wouldn't convert. Well shit. And I've got well over 1,000 entries to go through. FUUUUUCK. I just finally go through 2004. Ugh. I can't believe I've had my LJ for four years now.

Something I wrote in it a looong while back....it's absolute shite, but whatever.

[i]And with the less of me there is to give,
more will be taken away,
from all directions,
from all kinds.
But when it comes time to give the right person
a piece of me,
and of my mind,
I'll find there's nothing left,
right will become wrong,
clarity will become confusion,
and I'll be left standing there,
wondering which way is up,
down,
right,
left,
black,
white,
truth,
lie,
love,
hatred,
honesty,
deception
and my mind won't explode at all the mass quantity
because it's already gone.[/i]