Wella momma wella don't be sad.
Wella momma wella that's too bad.



I dunno whats going on. In to round two of three exams in three days.
In the next 24 hrs I have two.
Life sux.
Till saturday.
Saturday, that's tomorrow. Come tomorrow I will be ok.



Dawn air smacks hell into my stomach.
Panic after panic crests the waves of pain.
I can see no end point, no turning back.
Where do men go once they are slain.

I see the failing lights die out,
One for every Dreamer's end.
Light a candle for this one,
A prayer begging god to send
A second of pure clarity,
A breath of social atrophy
No thoughts conjured stay with me,
And all emotions fall from me.