I have lived in restrict
I want to disappear more than to forget
I laugh back at people like you
who act like you understandYou people just live on laughing
Saying something good will happen tomorrow
There was always something different about you and me
And the way you talk from the beginningIt's not unusual anymore to get hurt by you
So again when you hurt me, I just laugh back at you
Just wishing it wasn't real is my only negative way to escape...ash to ash
I am just garbage with an umbrella so give me my dream
I am used to hiding underneath an umbrella so i want you for me
Can you hear me?
lately I have been losing touch with reality. I, to this date, have nothing to my name worth anything. If you see me while you are being mugged or raped by your fellow kindred, don't be surprised if I so much as shake my head at you. I dont care if I died at any time. My only regret would be that I cannot fully fade away immediately following, said occurrence.I don't fucking care what your political and religious leaders say, my life is my fucking life. I dont care for your meaningless opinions and trivial matters. Complications and drama are all you seem to want. Anyone who has a say in any matter must be violently maimed and eventually eviscerated. you are all fucking wrong. get over yourselves.
I am hypocritical, psychotic, melodramatic, shallow, crude, wasteful, gluttonous, thoughtless, irrelevant, spiteful, negative, positive, intelligent, useless, lazy, violent, passive, and manipulative. Am I to be included into your highly exclusive society now? Am I lacking other qualifying human characteristics? Or maybe I just dont know that somebody that knows that somebody that can put in a good word. It matters not. I will be right outside the door nonetheless. I will wait patiently.If history has taught me anything, it has proven to me that when a society reaches the pinaccle of its decadence, it becomes like a morbidly obese king. Fed and watered to a consistent state of complacence. Blissfully unaware of an approaching assassin. When it comes time to face the assailant, the King cannot act for he has become too massive. The king is dead, the rest will soon follow, they always have. And still I will be right outside that door. Neither fanning the murderer's rage nor throwing caution to the "victim." I await in silence I wait for the the "series finale" of MY "entertainment." Now THAT itself has made me human. Welcome to the perversion of your illustrious council.
