Damnit.
Your nothing i want to become.
But your nothing i want to regret.
The fine lined times have been fun while they ran.
Each episode scattering to the next,
like a poor rehearsed play, that everyone didn't care
about, but you.
Force fed by the people "that you'll never become anything."
That what you are is less important then who they can mold you
to hate.
You'll never know the true manner of handling things.
Just destroy, and ignore.
Your soul bound fate, dies under the pressure.
Soul bound as in yours.
Yet you know how to drive it away.
And no its never coming back again.
Because your not that lucky.
Because you will fall.
Crash and burn.
Like they knew you would.
And just as you should.
 A t e l i c E n i g m a · Mon Jul 20, 2009 @ 09:52am · 0 Comments |
