beyond the point… cracked
cracked, like the foundations of my life, like the bitter sweet taste of the morning’s first cigarette, it burns slowly but surely killing me softly…
he wrote in the bar where he was waiting for people that where not going to show up. he looked pale and sickly, maybe it was the work, maybe it was the alcohol or the drugs, but one thing was obvious he was’nt the same as a year ago.fitter stronger from all points of view where just shallow observations, but as the music got better you could see that the bar grew around him, his corner became his universe as he kept writing
cracked, i lie still in this moment that passes just like all the others, waiting for something to happen and not really taking control of my life, lying cracked on the top of the world
he was sure he was on to something he paused to light a cigarette and get another mug of hot beverage…
when he came back he quietly resumed the white lyric that he started a couple a minutes earlier
cracked, like the font I’m using right now i put my self on a shit of electronic paper never to be read again, never to be recognized as nothing more then a passing taught, a simple font in a world of millions. cracked
