i bet you never thought that it would turn out this way.
sadly.
what we [ as humans ... i think ] tend to think...
is usually well , .....its usually wrong...
much like our perception
of time.
and our ability to prioritize.
now , you know.....
so that the following opportunity leads you to believe that you dont have to put yourself [OUT THERE ] like that.
because , eventualy ... you WILL end up getting hurt.
by someone like [ME]
you see , [WE] , and by [WE] i mean ... MY KIND.
[[[[[ not yours]]]]]
...we are the predators.
and while we lurk , and wait for just the right time ...
you drink from the rivier we built for you , and think it natural.
you feast on the lies we have prepared , and think it nutritious.
..... knowing not , that the nutrients can kill you.
we are the the meat eaters , that rip off chunks of your spine.
& you dont belong in this bunch ,
YOU are the leaf eaters , the long necks , that if , were so the case , you could use to your advantage.
[[[[ i think you hit my soft spot ]]]]
.... dont you know? .....
NEVER , Fuck with a raptor.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
I don't feel like thinking of an interesting title
I launch my name at the water, at the sky, at the still glwing moon, and nothing changes.
I shout my name into the wind as loud as I can, and it flies right back at me.
Still nothing changes.
I send all my love,
Hatred,
Everything that I am,
All that I once was,
EVERY second f my life....
I SCREAM it into the dark void.
It hangs out there, in the violet ether,
Then it blows the FUCK away, like a cloud on a clear day, and still...
Nothing ever really changes.
I shout my name into the wind as loud as I can, and it flies right back at me.
Still nothing changes.
I send all my love,
Hatred,
Everything that I am,
All that I once was,
EVERY second f my life....
I SCREAM it into the dark void.
It hangs out there, in the violet ether,
Then it blows the FUCK away, like a cloud on a clear day, and still...
Nothing ever really changes.
To feel is to be human
I have no idea who the fuck I am,
But, I feel that thing that rages through the past
and bangs around your ribs
and closes on your heart like a vice...
One day you'll stop breathing too..
But, I feel that thing that rages through the past
and bangs around your ribs
and closes on your heart like a vice...
One day you'll stop breathing too..
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