Death Wish

Never let yourself be dragged into the mainstream.

I live my life with this is mind. Always on the back-burner, rolling into a fiery boil, or just simmering to a faint hiss. Mainstream. Two syllable death wish. Once it starts it's almost impossible to stop. Like leprosy, it eats away at you. First, your clothes change. Then your taste changes. Chipping away at the pocket change and lint in your life. Until, its gaping mouth swallows what you call dreams. Mainstream takes dreams.