In a Cast

written on November 15 at 3:55pm

Clearly its broken, its past breaking point.
Clearly up I have not spoken, because I do not have a point
Or an argument, or a reason or a remedy or a rational
Although the bone marrow in my bones is out in the open
Because all the kings horses and all the kings men couldnt stop it from being broken

It does not change the fact, or justify the reality
That this is no longer fading but merely a memory
Stuck in this cast, without movement of hands, or any feeling that its real
Maybe I would catch gang green and cut it off, but chances are it would heal
Maybe that is just what the doctors say, because today there is no healer
Maybe its just my health today, because most often I am a believer
And today these beliefs died, maybe this is what it took for me to realize
Too much, too late as little has no jurisdiction here, as and more would be too much to bear
It would render me unable to hear, devoted to the philosophies of my own twisted logic
Look, all I can do is sing. All I can do is sleep. All I can do is run away.
All this I can do in my head, because my body is in a cast.
I do hope to pour all my frustrations into a funnel and see my way out of this tunnel
Just to exclaim.. at long last
But the ghost of Christmas past showed me some things which drive us to anger everytime
Subtle jests seem never enough and overt comments would be way to much
As its now difficult to move I depend on body heat and osmosis for air within my mummified container
Tomorrow and the day after will be brighter and better because I say so !
Maybe this may be controlling but I will force myself to happiness, or sadness, to anything to keep problems on the down low.
Perception is reality so hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil and evil won't exist.
At long last, my body is in a cast wrapped permanently for better or for worse
Does not matter that more because after you read this verse, and the conversation is reversed
There does exist something else which does matter, and with these thoughts your dreams have been shattered
You want a upright, genuine, honest young man, even thought I may have the plan
And the execution, the solution, the argument and the bribe I think I lack you inside
Everyday I look for ways of imporovement but all fall to the wayside
But now that my body is in a cast, i'd find out what is on my inside
Lets say I didnt behave this way, or I didn't complain or be violent today
And your conscience didn't allow for your insolence anyway
As I am stuck in the fugitive mentality that the overall gravity of gunplay
Is some idle shots, till I grown into an armed killer
And as cool as it sounds, when I heard the death of autotune today
I lost my voice and could not utter a word subsequently
I think you were pleased that I stayed quiet evidently
And uphill battle either way, in great loss or great efficiency
Maybe 10,000 years from now my mummified body would be used to help others, and these titles sucked out my brain
"Love is four letters"
"For better or for nothing" a philosophical piece on the both sides of the coin. The "you are controlling me side." And the "I will ensure at all costs that this relationship works side."
"Shake up and Break up" kinda self explanatory

Documents the story for how we ended up in the infirmary .

Casted, Plastered, Posted, Loaded, Left, Locked, Case Closed 

No one knows how it feels to breathe in these Clothes