death and all of his friends

i don't want to cycle, re-cycle revenge. i don't want to follow death and all of his friends.

if this is what is called anger, i don't like it. if this is what is called turbulence, it is not helping me. i need a new life playlist. a tune to dance to along with people and all the paraphernalia. i am punching this screen and plucking out all eye-balls. because even when you convince your self that nothing could get better and you are at the top, a drop from the ceiling, a fight, a fire, sets you in rewind. and then you see, that unlike more privileged people, you run on windows; you crash and restart.