Life
You are on your knees, blindfolded, with the gun to your head.
You don't really care.
Just waiting in the dark.
The inbox that is always empty.
The phone that never rings.
The people that talk but say nothing.
Waiting for the chance that may never come.
Waiting in the dark.
And yet you wait.
For how long will you wait?
Does the patient one really gain more?
Is the man with the gun there anymore?
Was he ever there at all?
A different kind of pain.
A pain from the darkness.
Don't like this pain.
But you know that you must endure.
That is what will make you different.
That is what will make you noticed.
Then they will want you more that you want them.
And so you wait.
And the darkness is all that is.
Is everyone like this?
No, only you.
You are a freak.
You deserve to be in the dark.
This is your prison.
I hate you.
You don't really care.
Just waiting in the dark.
The inbox that is always empty.
The phone that never rings.
The people that talk but say nothing.
Waiting for the chance that may never come.
Waiting in the dark.
And yet you wait.
For how long will you wait?
Does the patient one really gain more?
Is the man with the gun there anymore?
Was he ever there at all?
A different kind of pain.
A pain from the darkness.
Don't like this pain.
But you know that you must endure.
That is what will make you different.
That is what will make you noticed.
Then they will want you more that you want them.
And so you wait.
And the darkness is all that is.
Is everyone like this?
No, only you.
You are a freak.
You deserve to be in the dark.
This is your prison.
I hate you.