"Oh, I'll be anything."
They hold me to some idyllic vision of grandeur, but the only thing my endeavors have ever been made of is frenetic, discordant distraction - just like the rest of the human race, I have a gaping, empty hole to fill up too.
I keep pace with the tempo to monitor the rhythmic emptiness like the waves of the sea, gnashing its teeth against a barren cliff.
I owe it to myself - and to the world - to take the rot at the core and transmute it into something beautiful, something worth having. I would hate to waste such material as this.
I keep pace with the tempo to monitor the rhythmic emptiness like the waves of the sea, gnashing its teeth against a barren cliff.
I owe it to myself - and to the world - to take the rot at the core and transmute it into something beautiful, something worth having. I would hate to waste such material as this.