|Posted On:||2008-07-15 09:12:39|
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. Listening To:
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?
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.
Everything Evil, Coheed & Cambria.