somehow it isnt very funny anymore.
lost the drive; lost the passion for it all.
why do words cut so deep?
why do humans fall asleep.
asleep with their senses,
and everything that makes them leap.
like the theif that comes to steal kill and dystroy,
like a butterfly effect
like the boy who cried wolf.
all i really want right now, is my sheperd-
and gladly; i'll follow as his sheep.


i feel gloomy zoomy doomy.