Guide the Car, You`ve got the Keys

Inside i'm high up and dry.

I miss Football.
I crave Football.
I need Football.

Need i say more, i heart Football.

Life without Football has Left me with nothing to look forward to.
I experienced my first short Wednesday of the year to come today, and all i've to say is, i can't take it anymore.

On a lighter note, i'm currently devoid of emotions.
The only person who's got my back, who's my best bet, is Myself.
"i'm covered in skin, noone gets to come in."
So true.
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment.
What's left but a section of pygmy size cuts ;
Make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill and spill, all over and under my thoughts.

Okay, wasn't much on the lighter note, was it?
Ohwell. Whatever rocks your socks/ floats your boat baby.

I don't need for novacaine, Give me Football.

Ps: What's wound round my ankle will keep me going won't it.