If I could I would melt into your arms I would fall like ten dead languages I would not front I would not lie to you I don’t think I could lie anymor… - Henry Rollins

Life forgets me but will not let me forget
Holds me down and tells me that I'm free.

I walk the straight lines. I walk through the summer nights. I walk the silver rope of dreams. I walk through dawns of dawns. There’s not a lot that isn’t dying. I see people parading in front of each other like insects in a killing jar, watching each other die. I walk the straight lines through the Christ machines. Through the eyes of the throwaway people. Through the wards and the shores and the cracks in the skulls of the sidewalks. Through love’s howling vacancy. I am the freedom soil. I dig my own grave. I resurrect myself every night. I am all things to myself. I walk the straight lines. I walk the spider’s jailhouse. I walk the think line, the thin line, the white line and all the lines in between. I wish I could trade in my eyes.

Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner
but I feel more lonely in a crowed room with boring people than I feel on my own