Tired
As you sit in your own pool of self pride, deep down you feel, you know what kills you. Forever burning in your chest as you mark it up with blade that feels so good. You try to exorcise that demon you call guilt and regret. You know I loved you, but love to you was just another word that you used freely as the wind blew. All those times we used to say, wow look how amazing we are together, and nothing can break us apart. Well, now your own immaturity and your self-centerdness made that covnersation vanish and fast as my memory of you. In the beginning, I kidded myslef on how maybe we were making a mistake and that we both knew that this was just a fluke, but no, you make me feel like a fluke and you pole of self destruction, your line mis-guided rage, and your hook of confusion.... As I am sitting here, I wonder what your doing, where you are, what your saying, because Id love to hear what bullshit is comming out of your mouth that is just like that opening of Hells gate. I hope one day you choke on your words, because when you cant breathe and when theres noone to save you, then maybe you will realize, maybe you'll get the sight of me forever crushed by your soul.......