"C'mon Stevie you got to show them what you're made off!"
"I did and your mother was very impressed."

"C'mon Stevie you got to show them what you're made off!"
"I auditioned but they said I was too big."

"C'mon Stevie you got to show them what you're made off!"
"You do realise that Kathryn Janeway reffered to me everytime she said 'Captain's Log' don't you?"

"C'mon Stevie you need to go out more and show the world what you can do."
I can't, I'm like Japanese ****. Entirely censored.

"Come inside"
chuckles

"Can I come over?"
"You"
"What?"
"What?"

"*******!"
"You're On!"

"*******"
"."

"C'mon Stevie show em what you're made off!"
"Have you read this?"

Right now I'm sitting in my bed.
A dark room, limited living space.
Four walls close and around me
Supressing my freedom
Shackling me..
The only light is from my phone..
Reflecting..
The light from my phone
shines on my chin
Thinking back, telling myself
my own story
Like telling nightmares by a campfire
Except I'm in my bed
and I'm supposed to feel safe
Yet in my bed..
I have felt fear, sadness,
anger, dissapointment...
regret..
Never felt so alone
that night after you left
Death keeping me company
constantly reminding me
of the fragility of life
feeding on the void inside me
Rejoicing the absence of light....
My heart weighs heavy
so **** heavy...
My heart beats slower
pumping tears through my body
Sad in my entirety...
A cold shiver runs across my back
goosebumps...
Death's consoling me..
I close my eyes
and can't see my daughter's face...
Ofcourse, it's too dark..

Impenetrabel is his being.
Vulnerable is his essence.

Slither,
Slither in that ***** disgusting tarpit of yours
Suffer,
Suffer under the sheer weight of your own demise
as you pethetically die
crushed by the weight you handed yourself
in your own life
Never look up, keep looking down
The darkness of tar blinds you
not realising how low you have sunk
so disgustingly pethetically low..
Wither,
Wither away without ever seeing light
without ever seeing green fields
that you would simply stain with your presence
as merely gazing upon others would corrupt their hearts
with black spots and their minds would rot
within their bodies, infected cursed to damnation
Watch me.. Look me in the eyes
as I throw feathers down, followed by a lit match
Listen, as I loudly laugh at you burning
Standing yet again on the tarpit I climbed out of
forever victorious as my corrupted self
dies in excruciating pain
in the most humiliating way
Smoke rises from the tarpit
and the scent of my self
being burned to crisps
sparks screams of panic
from the living dead
that lie buried
in the Graveyard of my defeated Selves

Grab a pen.
Grab a pad.
Go ****.

I mean... He took my job!