FUCK YOUR INDIE ROCK AND FUCK YOUR ART! IN MY BOOK YOUR SHIT!

Another day, so meaningless. Ever since i walked away from the "call" , i find myself not knowing who i am anymore. No amount of alcohol ciggerettes help, i know many old friends don`t recognise me anymore. Hell i don`t even recognise myself, was`nt i suppose to be something like a servant for God or something. I don`t know anymore, what i believe today is i have failed and its sure is hell obvious i`m not welcomed back.

I` ve tried to say goodbye to these old friends in my own way, too bad most of them just don`t get it or rather don`t give a shit. I would`nt want to think i did`nt mean anything to any of them i would like to think i did. People come and people go, thats the way its always been and will always be for us relational creatures.

At work everyday, my heart opens a new wound with every moment i realise i am not good enough for a certain someone. I really do HATE myself, i think i should say good bye to this one she deserves much better than the piece of trash i am. I really am Trash, now an awful truth hangs loose off my tongue. I keep breaking peoples trust and worst i break their hearts. Sometimes just sometimes before i go to bed i pray i never wake up the next day, each day i feel so fucking misunderstood.

I have forgiven you guys who have talked a bunch of crap about me behind my back. Guess you guys prolly have a better analogy of who i am and maybe i`m really am that awful person. Yea you can say, Vodka is a Jerome Magnet. You can say, that you don`t know what i do with the girls at a certain place. You can say i binge off other peoples purchased drinks. You can say i`m at fault for the way my band is today. You can also fucking blame me for the polar fucking ice caps melting if you have to. Why not accuse me of fucking conspiring with Mr selamat while you guys are at it. I fucking hate you fucking ELITIST BASTARDS! You group up and you take people down one by one with your glare, with your pretencious artistic tunes you tear down the very fabric of the reason why people are lost, why people are just searching. So if you FUCKING ELISTIST BASTARDS have the answer why don`t you share it. Maybe you know what, the very same people you frown on are the very same people you really are yourselves.

FUCK YOUR INDIE ROCK AND FUCK YOUR ART! IN MY BOOK YOUR SHIT!

Jonathan James Hemsley and Symon Fong, you guys i`ll always trust. To a certain "best" friend, you don`t even have the guts to catch me now do you? One day i won`t have to put up with this shit anymore and i know tha day is soon. I will NOT BE MISSED, I`LL BE HATED , I`LL BE FURTHER MISUNDERSTOOD, I`LL BE WRITTEN OFF and my fucking existen would`nt have fucking mattered not for a fucking second. So really FUCK YOU.


I always thought life will get better guess not, today my mumt ellsme resigned her job, i just said "whats new?". And before she can explain how she found anotehr job, i just said, " i don`t care i don`t even want to know its not my problem."


And yes if anyone who is actually reading this junk, yes your right i prolly have daddy issues. that fuck head piece of indian scum, lazy as a drunk mexican that lost his house keys on his way home after a night of drinking. If i `m at his funeral it will be a very very very odd day... thats if don`t go before he does... i think i should go before he does just to fucking break his heart into 2 .

Oh ok maybe your wondering while you read this, " this does`nt sound like Jerome?" well fuck you ok, don`t wait for a fair weather than pretend like your my friend. Truely wish i was dead.
FUCK THIS WORLD, AND FUCK YOU ALETHEIA YOU FUCKING LIAR. goodnight.

Finsh it Up

Fail your every wish
the setting of your fixation on me
is far from reasonable excuse
i am gulty as i am accused
Of gunning for a point
Stirring my finger tips in
miry clay
The marks are uncanny
if you could see how this colour matches
the shade of your shadow
You find your own reflection an image
of your regret
Jaded you`ll hate yourself
but you will never be able to find me
when you do

FUCK

Wooden doors with broken knobs

Shrud you are not living for a life of lies
It could take more competition to climb
there is a tide against your advance
It will wear your limbs out
In my hands i hold a pool of tranquility
A drop of water falls from the window
to my soul
The surface resounds a new song for you
Deflection like how i embrace a new rejection
My meaning flung into an open empty space
i never want to exist another day with out you

YOU

At the end of today, just before bedtime.
The weeks plagued with much strife paralyses my soul and i admit my tiredness.

I am hung by my ankles, with my fingers scratching the surface of green pasture. Everything is incomplete and my dreams are out of reach.

Tonight will never mean more to me than last night, last night where in form i was closer to her.
Now with each day she drifts away.

She hits me with her tantrums, she snubs me with her arrogance, she uses me for her convieniance, she cares only for her comfort, she is afraid.

I`ll lay now on shards from broken picture frames, may this pain come from God`s pruning.
i`m biting my tongue. I dare not say it all, i`ll miss you.