A drunken feeling

[DoS Archive]

From: jakemheart@aol.com (JakeMHeart)
Date: 09 Jan 1999 17:20:00 EST

:: Jake can't do it. Not even with, knives, daggers, people, fire and even sink water. He's a failure. He can't even kill himelf. this all trembles in his mind. Death, death death. It comes and it goes. Would anyone actually care? The people that call him foolish or arrogant, or just plain stupid. Life... life... life is turning to after life in his mind.
The screeching sounds of death. The yelping noises. The thoughts crushing his mind into a hollow seed. Could all this have done this to a simple man from one simple woman? Some people said he was strong. Some said he was foolish. some said he was dishonorable. Some said he was just an idiot. A lifeless jerk. Insane in mind. Just a wicked out cast. Death... death, that's what runs through his mind. Death! Who could imagine. When he first came, he was
arrogant, confident and just totally full of himself. But anyone full of themself just is weak inside. This man is weak. Jake has a heart, which many didn't know. But, now his heart has parished. Simple beating is it. He no longer thinks with it. He thinks iwht, alcohol. He's a drunk now. Since he couldn't kill himself the other ways, he took the long agonizing trip to death mountain. A lifeless loser. He stands a misfit. A drunk. A sobbing bastard.
A downer. and So it all comes up to this in his unlively, lifeless, uncivilized mind... - - -

Does anyone care about a man that is blind from the thoughts of passion, love, respect, "honor" and life. He just see's death. Known from everyone - The word death. Jake has become... weak. ::