I just wish there was something real, wish there was something true. Gave up trying to figure it out, just worn out from all of you, I piss my soul away. Gotta fill myself up, gotta let someone in. Let you fix me since i'm broken. This wasn't meant to last anyways, blind happiness in slavery. Slaves of our own world. devastating isn't it? The perfect little dream, the kind that hurts the most...forgot how it feels, well almost. Such a shame, it took her to make me realize, now I feel...no longer a being, but something without. Something static, something metal an non-entity, covered with hope and vaseline. I see it all used to be mine, now I burn in my steady systematic decline. I hear something...Who are you? What is this...
Memoir of the Pigs- Chapter II
- May 24, 2008
- SaRuZ
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