No reason in treason.
So this does not go on very easily. These typist fingers must stay confidently afloat if they truly believe in their message-- I have assassinated a vital organ, and it is sinking into it's very own little pond. Pricked by the thousand microscopic splinters coming at it from the side, and vaporized by the very foundation it was built upon. So it appears.
This slow temper should have gone an inch farther, rather than pulling back. It's gone now, and found itself a cave where it keeps warm by the fire. It took with it a part of everything dear to my heart. Now playing the strings back to their roots, I'm bewildered by my own rotten cunning. It could make you a dead man, without the actual death. No one left to say sorry to but the big guy. That fucking idiot and his stupid umbrella.
It makes things a little less defeating when I have a feeling it's your eyes on these troubled thoughts. I can fall apart, and be a hearty lunch for a crocodile. Instead I could just shut my monitor off, and pretend like there isn't society out there giving me bad looks.
Honestly, we were only the best.
This slow temper should have gone an inch farther, rather than pulling back. It's gone now, and found itself a cave where it keeps warm by the fire. It took with it a part of everything dear to my heart. Now playing the strings back to their roots, I'm bewildered by my own rotten cunning. It could make you a dead man, without the actual death. No one left to say sorry to but the big guy. That fucking idiot and his stupid umbrella.
It makes things a little less defeating when I have a feeling it's your eyes on these troubled thoughts. I can fall apart, and be a hearty lunch for a crocodile. Instead I could just shut my monitor off, and pretend like there isn't society out there giving me bad looks.
Honestly, we were only the best.