I miss you heaps...

Youth makes you invincible.
Work separates you from life.
Suspicions eat you whole.
The future tears you apart.
Loneliness fades you away.

I've been bangin' out the crazies from the ballooning nazi ideas I've been having. All stuck in my head. All dressed in a black sartorial eeriness. Have I been a goon for fighting off the inherent soul-flier who's patiently waiting? And waiting for what? For paltry moments of intimacy? To feed on plastic sugar words? What the fuck am I doing? I'm getting shitloads of morbid days and I'm not feeling any better with these meagre touches of consolation. I need winning ones.

God tell me what I'm doing...