sunday night insomnia
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Here's the perfect song for last nights toss and turn fest. Honestly I couldent sleep at all last night too much work going through my head. like waiting in a cell before your exacution. so here's a song about that very thing
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crowded in the corner of his cell, hiding from the things that creep in the shadows, clutching at prayers that the lightbulb wouldn't go out. Though inside, a steady wind blew around the inside of his 10x10 room. Feeling like worms were crawling under his veins, he had scratched deep fingernail marks all over his dehydrated skin. When the guards stopped giving him water, he believed he could make it, but after resorting to drinking his own urine, he knew he couldn't just surrender his life without at least trying to survive -> given the circumstances, the thoughts that went through his brain weren't of vengeance, but of forgiveness, he too had been cruel to someone without any cause, not thinking of the consequence, now he suffered the punishment of that one mistake of cruelty -> as the wind picked up inside the motionless cell, his mind snapped back to reality and at once he screamed as he saw the bloody arm protruding through the crack in his concrete wall, realizing that he had retreated deep into the safety of his mind to avoid the shaking and crumbling, he was curled under the cot feeling the cold rush of evening air, FREEDOM had come by way of a jet crashing into the wing of the prison he was in, how he got out he can't be sure, but he seems to remember vaguely an arm around his side and a small voice urging him on -> now atop a hill across the way looking down upon the destroyed room that was once his -> how could his cell have been the only one not destroyed? Lcuk, he was sure it wasn't, fate, possibly, but how can a man with no feet run across a field and climb a fence and be STANDING here on this hill -> good question, he looked down ad saw that he had sawed off the feet of the man in the cell next to his with a sharp edge of stainless steel toilet that had been ripped off in the crash, and had jammed the jagged bone into the stump at the bottom of his leg, Only then did he feel the pain, but cursed the heavens when he saw the skin from the other mans feet begin to stretch and attatch itself to his leg, slowly creeping up to his knees, he tried to shout, but it was too late, the devil's flesh was taking over, he hadn't belived when he heard the man whispering late at night that he was part of the legion of hell, but this proof was un-arguable, and then he was new, a different man, unable to control his thoughts, feeling the best he'd ever felt physically, metally, he heard this small voice inside of himself -> "end it while you still can" ->he fought the new skin's power, and launched himself off the side of the hill down toward the traffic, knowing that the impact would finish him ->
from ernest hemmingway's suicide of a salesman -> I hate my job sometimes man ->
yeah, that song would put a mental patient right to sleep and launch them into dreams of care-bears and lollipops