Asleep mid-sentence- the words fell apart.
No one is listening anyway.
This day will soon turn black and my
"wants and needs" will spill on my burning ashes.
I learned to be selfish today...
I learned to be alive.
These things I care for
are for my personal gain and my person happiness only.
Why should I sit in your chairs and satisfy your standards.
I've done it all
before and I've confused myself a thousand times.
The tragic day that I call morality just doesn't do it for me anymore.
choices, just standing in the cold.
The day will turn black and I will have either lived or died.
Asleep mid-sentence- my words fall
to the ground.
Swept into this dreamland.
Economic satisfaction, never succeed.
But happiness has its place.
Justice will not
lie in your corner.
New day towards death, only compassion for my own needs make my need necessary.
Throw myself in
the corner; I have nothing to complain about here.
A tragic day seems too peaceful to most, spoiled ambitious turned my heart to
I'm figuring out this realization process- the process to never look upon bitter ground.
Living dreams, loving dreams,
awakening to what I've always dreamt of.
The familiar sound of the lovely laugh from the love of my life will keep the notes
From the reciting of the show,
From the plip and the shevanel,
From the grind that annoys, and the sarcasm, they all
Forever I worship.
I'll kill, love, and hate for all of you.
Thank you for the best part of my life.