The Original T's blog: "The Machinist"

NIGHT SWEATS PARANOID MY ADDICTION CALLING THAT STILL SMALL VOICE VOLUME GROWING ROOM IS SPINNING LAY MY HEAD ON THE COLD HARD GROUND REACHING FOR YOU BUT YOU ARE GONE LEFT WITH ONLY AN EMPTY BED I AM A JUNKIE EVERYDAY IS A SMALL STEP IN ANOTHER DIRECTION WANDERING AIMLESS THE SKIES THEY OFFER NO ANSWERS STARLESS SKIES ON A MOONLIT NIGHT WRAP ME IN SHEETS AND LEAVE