He gave me a choice, you know.
Have a will of my own, or follow Him into battle.
One bite. One bite to free us all.
Did I dare?
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes!
I dared to be intoxicated, be blamed for it all.
Bite, chew, swallow.
He gave me a choice.
And I dared to take the wrong path.

When your true soul mate is near,
The world becomes more beautiful,
The colours more vibrant,
And it seems that everything will be ok.

When your true soul mate strays afar,
The world becomes more ugly,
The colours more dull,
And it seems that everything will be different.

When your true soul mate has passed away,
The world becomes more depressing,
The colours more black and white,
And it seems that everything will be breaking.

When your true soul mate comes back to keep you company,
The world becomes more manageable,
The colours more tinted and full of life,
And it seems that everything will be alright once more.

Please. Pull the trigger, why don't you?
Become a murderer. A sinner.
A criminal.
People will spit upon you in the street,
Their hardly masked disgust wizened old men.
Are you really that willing?
So go on.
**Pull the **** trigger.

I'm the adult of sophistication,
The evolving dreams of kids,
Asleep and high and drunk,
Of the promise of the end of time,
Where birds are skeletal creatures,
With blood for wings and beaks of gold.

Somewhere entwined to the behind
Of the branches of life
Lies a little part of my mind
Lost in that busy labyrinth
Where there are several ways
But only one right path to destination.

They say journey is better than destination
But with a destination not determined,
What fun is journey anyway?
So many destinations,
So many paths
Where shall I proceed?
From where do I start?

The branches are too long,
Too much divided for me to reconsider
My path,
Which may or may not hinder
My plans.

I guess I have nowhere to go
I'll just sit right here
I give up, my foe
Named confusion at last wins the race.