A Drop

pretentious as fuck... i shouldnt say that words, or should i say its a must? looking at the "scene" we are in right now i think those words cannot wholly describe its true meaning...

when the aeroplane hit the air pocket, it will be free falling, and if i hit the air pocket in my brain, its my emotion that is free falling... i'm counting on the parachute but couldnt find the right string to pull.. i'm calling of a "mayday", a distress signal, so that my drop can be located, my landing will surely be a blast, like comet on fire...

hey, calling off my luck, losing my faith, dropping my consciousness towards reality, i am drifting in my own thought of losing the battle, i am hopeless, and holding on to something too weak, so insecure, my days are numbered...

my blood is evaporating like the water in the hot lake, and red crystal is inside me... i am drying... i am decomposing...

tricking my mind is simple, running from reality though, is not at all easy, its like jumping over multitude of bottomless holes, and with your eyes shut...

crazy, i am reaching it, beholding the truth for the last time before my will to carve my future dies... fuck future, and fuck incompetence...i would like to fuck my future if you will...

huge!!! words are small, the font size is 12, yet you kill your tounge with it... lines, spaces, dimension, im going numb and number, lots of commas, im in comatose...