Sunday, December 16, 2007
Abysmal, abysmal.
he wishes to show it, but he doesn't know how
I've no idea what to blog about tonight. for three years, three years i haven't used that word, and now, I'm pushed over the edge to use it.
truth is, he really wants it. he wonders, why.
Death has a new name.
no words can describe his feelings now
it's a wonder how a single sentence can have so many different meaning to so many different people.
acceptance? flaws. so many flaws that i can find.
Imagine me without you, I'd be lost and so confused. i wouldn't last a day.
tell me again. who am i? what am i to you?
what am i here for? where.
of all places to hit me, you hit me here. genius indeed you are.
i will rip you to shreds if i have the chance and the power to. i assure you i will.
i will decimate you, obliterate you, make you regret your existance. your sin. your corruption of man.
damn you. perpetrator, infiltrator, defiler, advocate, nemesis, adversary.
We will not fight to save that which we do not love. - Stephen Jay Gould
read between the lines if you wish to understand. sight is the key.
As Dusk Falls
12/16/2007 11:33:00 PM
