Jun 21, 2003 01:05
I feel like sharing something with everyone. I don't know what I have for you all, though. It won't be anything too long. Something.
It is my belief that every castle must have a moat, so below you adam's apple I slit your throat. It's your fault for always telling me I was wrong. You think about that while you choke out this pretty song. I don't really mean to gloat, but I'm ending you on a perfect note. No, there's nothing wrong with me. Together, we're just in key. Just you and me. I haven't a clue why you cried. I told you over and over that I tried. I TRIED. It isn't my fault that I wasn't enough. I remember what you said: "Tough." Well, it turns out that your skin wasn't so strong, so NOW you just try and tell me that I'm the one who's wrong. Tell me all of YOUR thoughts while you twitch on the ground. Let me in on all the shit that's floating around. There just HAS to be SOMETHING in that brain of yours. Something fitting of brain dead whores. Just cough it up, because I'm right here. I'll never understand, but I know fear. I know what's in your eye. I know you know that you're gonna die.
Have fun? So did I. I shared that with the world. I don't know what it is, but it was worth the time.