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What am I supposed to do? WHy do I even care. All I want is gone, the only thing that'll put my mind at ease is genuine concern. Inconditionnal concern. But my eyes are crusted over with a corpse. Oh such a lovely corpse, but still nothing but a mangled mess of hurt, scabs, and sweet sticky candy melting in my hands. Making my fingers stick to everything, leaving sugary finger prints all over the blueprint of my recovery. I doubt everything I know about me. About her. Even my lust is misdirected. I love the other ones in her sake. So she has peace of mind, knowing that's I'm trying hard to get over this mess. But I ain't. When the lights go out, and the sweat is pouring, do you think of me like I think of you? When you see me break inside, not able to contain my loss, do you hate me like I do? When you cry, do you miss me? I do. It's a brave new world, without the Soma. It's the end of the world, without relief of destruction. It's the fire without the heat. It's all I have left. Locked in my box, red, black and white. Blocking out most of the light. In hopes that one day I might, Again stand tall and bright. But still I can hear. Softly whispered in my ear, Those words that don't belong: "Baby, what's wrong ?"... I guess you'll find out before long. Rules mean nothing anymore. I will do what I want, when I want. I know I can, I have. To get caught for pleasure only, My evil showing on purpose. You call it revenge, I call it revolution. Revenge is empty until intent is spoken. Revolution happens, whether you look at it or not. I don't need to hide. I don't need to love. I don't need to fear. But I do. Listening To: Everything Evil, Coheed & Cambria.
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