time yet?
So few things that really bring my blood to boil... most people can do it but few do the proper things....
so I answer back to lots of things no one will understand, save maybe one... maybe... because I can't answer them directly.
nothing stopped you before.
martyrs die... they don't bitch about their suffering.
here we go again... but one sided probably this time
everything is decided... one more question about a quick change and I will wrap you naked in wet raw-hide and leave you out in the sun.
my patience is waning...my fists curling, eyes red against a background of greys... I won't hold off much longer... and in that time nothing will stop me...
Your angel has rightly flown from a mistake...at least you have taught me how I should never live...
I have been Lazarus, Cyrano, and Quixote... I have lived a life which you tarnish with your useless woes in writing.
"they bitch about the present, and blame it on the past, I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass"
-Feeling almost no better.... my glass is near full John... wish you could read this so you could come save me again... but you will likely not find it in time... and this time may turn out very differently... not too sure I want to be saved though.... Justin, we will speak, you will understand as no other can... because you have seen what I can do.
only One really reads this... She is beautiful, and amazes me more & more by the day. Truly an angel come to rest away from Heavens graces... but in her I see that Heaven has not yet given up on me, and I, never on her. Always know this my love... I may foresee a short time ahead where I may be different for a bit.... we'll see....
The glass is near full John...
"I can feel, one of my turns coming on
I feel, cold as a razor-blade,
tight a a tourniquet,
dry as a funeral drum..."
-We shall see what we shall see...
-Sir Cyran Donolad of Moonwood
(and a host of other names)
so I answer back to lots of things no one will understand, save maybe one... maybe... because I can't answer them directly.
nothing stopped you before.
martyrs die... they don't bitch about their suffering.
here we go again... but one sided probably this time
everything is decided... one more question about a quick change and I will wrap you naked in wet raw-hide and leave you out in the sun.
my patience is waning...my fists curling, eyes red against a background of greys... I won't hold off much longer... and in that time nothing will stop me...
Your angel has rightly flown from a mistake...at least you have taught me how I should never live...
I have been Lazarus, Cyrano, and Quixote... I have lived a life which you tarnish with your useless woes in writing.
"they bitch about the present, and blame it on the past, I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass"
-Feeling almost no better.... my glass is near full John... wish you could read this so you could come save me again... but you will likely not find it in time... and this time may turn out very differently... not too sure I want to be saved though.... Justin, we will speak, you will understand as no other can... because you have seen what I can do.
only One really reads this... She is beautiful, and amazes me more & more by the day. Truly an angel come to rest away from Heavens graces... but in her I see that Heaven has not yet given up on me, and I, never on her. Always know this my love... I may foresee a short time ahead where I may be different for a bit.... we'll see....
The glass is near full John...
"I can feel, one of my turns coming on
I feel, cold as a razor-blade,
tight a a tourniquet,
dry as a funeral drum..."
-We shall see what we shall see...
-Sir Cyran Donolad of Moonwood
(and a host of other names)