Confined within our own minds? Obviously, the fools. How selfish, their prediction was yet another failure. Hypothesize? Please, this is not science. Look beyond your own eyes, not to believe them, but rely on feelings. Predicaments fail us all, so move on, failure is no longer an option. So long, and goodbye.
Ruthless my mind has yet to become, yours? In progress, gaining more and more confinement each day. Originality? ha, fakers.
I deny-I fold. Dieing? it passed over, yet again you were not there? when were you ever there?
Welcome to the same old fucking world, it's all yours to keep, same as you left it, uncanny and reckless, as are you. Continue on I see why not…what’s left of me that is...
Psycho am I? Welcome to what we call reality! Where as everyone is a walking target, only to be slaughtered in the end.
Triumph? Claustrophobic, definitive words. Your lies define the truth in life, oddly enough I see no lies behind that despicable face of yours. Government is just another word for teenagers on drugs. They tell us what to do but really, what choice do they have? We make life impossible to come to an agreement. Peace treaty or not your still ruthless as it is. Biting the pipes they leak out our secrets to humanity, sidewalks crumble from below, 666? Oh no, not you again. Seven was the number and always will be, take it or leave it. Mathematics are symbolical to life long dreams that fade away throughout the night. Fascinating it is, really. Laugh it all up cause we’ll be gone in a flash and we all unfold til death do us part! How funny, you ramble on more, incompatible fools, devouring the papers they read off, more anxious each heart beat. Pitiful isn’t the word. Toleration at it’s peak another soul just to speak? No, no one could have foreseen this. Just look past the flaws and get through it, how bad can it be? Murder strikes again, the politics strike at it, like animals clinging to their food with enragement, argues break out. No no no, this is insane. Round and round here we go again the same old thing repeats itself, but hey, that’s life. Idiotic senses confuse me, infested your in my veins. In my blood. I am god’s prodigy. I am eyeless.
Harsh winds, it crys. Pounding rain.
The girl sighs looking up at the sky.
As the water splashes her pale face.
"Goodbye." she speaks, then vanishes.
But a mere ghost was her, as i let out a plee of satisfaction.
Forever she'll be gone.
She was never real.
My dear. Oh my dear.
Thy Zombies are upon us as were all condemned to such abuse of nonchalant murder.
Free us of such bifurcated deity’s!
You abandoned me to be eaten by the darkness. You shoved me aside claiming the light for yourself. I will build my sanctuary with your bones.
I felt the cold embrace of damp flesh, pale and rigid. Shivering in the dark, death never came so fast before...Reflections. I see you, gone.
I bath in the la brea tar pits. Where I go you can only follow...My sanctuary was built from the martyr of my soul. Cleansed and replenished.