Wrath
Greed
Sloth
Pride
Lust
Envy
Gluttony

The Seven Sins, I have sinned.

There is no doubt in my spirit that
I am destined for damnation.

But I am guilty of a transcendence far worse. Far deadlier...

Apathy.

Your Heart is my Home.
Your Soul is my Shelter.

Your Will is my Way.
Your path, I would take.

I would follow you anywhere.
Become an extension of you.

I would follow you anywhere.
Your property, sold right from the start.

You could have owned me.

But it's not to be...
The deals gone and fallen through.

I've been reposessed, and left homeless.
This was farce right from the start!

My love you do not reciprocate.

Turns out I was a squatter all along.

Occupying a Building,
Left abandoned & decrepid.

Daydreaming...

Caught up in the reality that is your existance.

Blind to the world around me,
You are all that I see.

You are the sustinance I require to prosper.
You are the air that I require to breathe.

Because I need you.
Just as a lock requires it's key.

I need you.

You are the final piece to my puzzle,
with you by my side, I am complete.

Two souls bound in unison,
finally.

You are all that I see,
You are all that I know.

Forever lost in love eternal.

My mind is lost.
Stranded deep within an ocean swimming with Sharks.

I am out of my depth.
Submerged within the infinite abyss that is my own doubt.

I'm drowning in my sorrow.

Torrential waves of judgement rain down upon me,

I blame myself.

For I am a Tempest,
And I deserve no less.

Eqrilibrium restored.

I ride the tides to wash ashore upon the banks of my self assurance.

Oh, what lies I tell myself.

This island of solitude
Is a frightening place.

But its where I belong...

Because I cast them all away,
So here I remain. Alone.

A 'Castaway'.

Welcome to the New World Order.

CY02-1019-9321

This is my Serial Number.


Whats yours?

Were all just a part of 'The System' now.

Lambs to the slaughter,
Every last one of us.

They tell me that if I am unhappy,
I should start to think outside The Box.

I am The ******* Box.

How else do you think i keep all of my problems locked away?

For no nosey nose to plunder,

My head is my treasure chest.

Simply because my thoughts are of value.

I resent the fact that my life seems to have become a constant struggle against Repetition.

I resent the fact that my life seems to have become a constant struggle against Repetition.

I resent the fact that my life seems to have become a constant struggle against Repetition.

Dont let it consume you.
You've simply got to spice it up a little.