FRAK! [explicit]

I’M STILL QUIVERING WITH EMOTIONS. NOW I’VE TOTALLY SCREWED EVERYTHING UP. AND IT PROBABLY WAS MY LAST CHANCE. VERY, VERY LAST CHANCE. LIKE IN “ULTIMATE”. DAMN I HATE MYSELF. REALLY, REALLY HATE MYSELF. LIKE LOOKING IN THE MIRROR AND WANTING TO VOMIT. I DON’T EVEN HAVE TO LOOK INTO THE MIRROR. I FEEL SICK ONLY BY THE FACT THAT I AM ME. I WANNA SCREAM LOUDLY. REALLY VERY LOUDLY. BUT THE ONLY THING THAT’S LOUD IS THE HARDCORE PUNK COMING OUT OF MY STEREO. IT’S THE WRONG MUSIC. IT’S WHAT STARTED THIS DAMN SHIT IN THE FIRST PLACE. THAT AND MY FRAKING STUPIDITY TO RUN WHEN I OUGHT TO STOP. FRAK THE FRAKING HELL!

2 thoughts on “FRAK! [explicit]”

  1. you know shouting will not really help you.
    is frak a word i dont know yet ?
    hm, as for music maybe something harder would do ? or else something more melancholic to get you back on planet earth

  2. Oh yes, shouting helps! I tried it once when I was close to the mood I’m in right now and it really helped. Scream therapy or what do they call it…

    “Frak” is sanitized swear word used to replace “fuck” – obviously ;) – that was created especially for the new BSG series.

    Something harder than “From Ashes Rise” and “His Hero Is Gone”? Either I have no idea what great music is still outta there or you’ve never heard good crust punk. :)

    If there is any kind of music I cannot listen to now it’s definitely melancholic…

    From Ashes Rise’s lyrics are so great…
    to sheer nothingness,
    the last breath of reckless abandon
    a flash to eclipse milleniums and wash away
    the footsteps of faithless fatalities
    to sheer nothingness,
    rattling the walls with the winds of decay
    while on the winds of change,
    the ice age is scorched in the warheaded reign.
    (one final breath)
    shine on overreaction
    (one final stand)
    shine on lights of destruction
    a reaction… shines on forever in black
    razing the shadows and tearing silence to shreds
    into the sky,
    suicide,
    no turning back
    to the victors go the spoils
    to the victims go the spoils

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