It's all too typical how they forget their names. When they finally grow their balls. It's all too typical how these parents. They deal with threats and dare to expect change anonymously.
I'm getting out. While I can still count these murders. On only one hand. . I'm through looking after you. Second guessing your next move. Lock the doors, turn out the lights.
take a knIfe. and caRVE Your NaMe iNtO My hEARt. No room LEfT. ToO mANy names deCorAte THIs arT. stiCHeS hold IT TOgether. ScARs rIP it ApARt. yOu caN'T BElieVE iT.
Fairy tales of fire, more trials of strength and tribulations. That mean life or death for us all here, you are boring me. Solutions not emotion, emotion not declarations.
A prECious lIfe, a hOlLoW soul. iT dragS Me DoWn, NO MaTTeR whERe I Go. I FoRce MYself tO be cOmpletE. CAuse I DON't WannA bE FORgottEN. . but wHat's So preCiouS AboUT tHiS?.
If you still need to double check my work. To make sure you agree. If you need to sign an "X" before and after. Every title before it's relevant. . Then I've wasted six years of my life.
ThoUSaNd Voices tearing me doWn. THoUsAND vOIces tearinG me down. . a CLeAR CUt i'm NOT bEGGing For anOThER Day. A Clear cUT I'M NoT sEarcHIng FoR anOTHEr way.
As long as there is still breath. Left in your body, friend. Just move, just move. . Youll sleep some other day. Some other time, some other place. Just pray that your hands don't break.
OncE MOre i had to stare In YoUR stupid FaCe. It's the lasT tiME i'll strUggle wITH mY enDLEss gRace. once moRe I HAd to hEar your hYpOcRItIcal voicE.
What makes you think. You deserve the sediment of my truth?. You should expect me to be so honest. I owe you nothing, no blue prints for growth. I can barely begin to tackle myself.
Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move. Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove. . Oh, oh, child, way you shake that thing. Gonna make you burn, gonna make you sting.
A salty fist in my chest please no explanation. It's your time to be angry now. Could I possibly be so selfish as to take that away?. To compare myself.
I run with the pack with every freedom. I am God, selfishness embodied. Strong enough to build this mountain. A barrier, you're cowardly to call by it's proper name.
If you leave me to be the outsider looking in. Then I am finally home. I have a name and it isn't guilt. That never moved me a single inch. . If common sense and common decency aren't enough.
Rape this identity for you canvas. Hatred and misconception, your mediums. You paint credibility away. Mark I may, but stained, I'm not. . In a rage of green venom is spat.
One by one, eye for an eye, our modified and improved version of the divine. judgment. Feeding our hatred through the years, now your blood will be our nirvana;.
An uprising empire ruled by the antithesis of tolerance,. thousands of doomed, empty animas bound to the tyrant's will.. The sand castle is raised: the sand castle must be brought down..
Trapped in the void, hanging from an uncountable number of. little cords made from fear, hate and every single sin I commited.. Little chance to react as I witness the crime..
A water noise attached to my fragile steps. as I doubtfully move on through the quicksand;. nothing's ahead but despair.. . Suddenly I find myself crossing the most depressive scenario conceivable:.
Night falls your... voice... again. The... coming quick my thoughts. Night curse my life... myself. Come.... . Turning my own cane. Living all behind.