I'm going,
to bed now,
to escape,
ever present stress.

And rest,
my head,
upon this,
pillow.

Sleep evanescent,
as Always.

Goodnight...

Rejection.
Is the darkest intention,
That God could have given to man.

Rejection.
Is the darkest invention,
It's almost as if Satan were always a part of the plan.

Rejection.

It makes us.
It takes us.
It shakes us.
It breaks us.

Rejection.
Is such a horrible feeling,
That nobody should have to bear.

If you havent earn't my respect.
Then you dont deserve my respect.

Why would YOU expect any otherwise?

I'm afraid that's just,
an unrealistic expectation,
to begin with.

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 betrayal
has frozen my heart.
Rock solid, encased within thee ice.

Preserved intact for now,
It seems.

But i'm skeptical to say the least.

What happens when the ice thaws?

And I am reduced to my lowly liquid form...

From the moment we become live,
Death is waiting.

Tracking..
Chasing..

Shadowing us throughout our lives from the sanctuary of darkness.

From dusty corners and darkened alley ways..

He watches, the Reaper waits...

It's all a part of his game love.
Were all just a pawn in play.

While he's,

Waiting..
Debating..

Whether he's..
Already grown tired of your existance.

Comtemplating..

Whether he's..
Decided to end your life, upon this very night.

So live each day as if it was your last, my friend..

Because your time,
It very well may have already run out...

I remember your first footsteps,
& the patter of your feet.

I remember your first birthday,
& a childs laughter, ever so sweet.

I remember it all as if were yesterday...

My 'Tiny Human Being'.

I can't believe, I've been blessed to create something so perfect..

All grown up,
He even looks like me!

This is not Goodbye, it seems,
Our story has only just begun.

As we flicker through the pages,
I ask..
Will we make it past chapter 1?

Will will make it to the middle?
Will we make it to the end?

Will we make it to the sequel?
Perhaps a trilogy, we intend.

So as the storyline it changes,
I ask..

Will you be my main protagonist?..
Oh yes, Will you be only friend.

Will you be my favourite character?..
In a book that never ends..

Incapable.
I'm unable,
to function,
amongst them.

I cannot be saved..

Living within this world caught up in technologys embrace.

I exist,
contributing nothing to society,
Like a dead battery.

Incapable.
Useless.

I cannot be saved!

You're Golden.
Ain't noone ever told you that.

With your Golden Hand.
And my Golden Mind.

We can have a Golden life.

So let's put pen to paper.
And put paint to canvas.

Oh, We can achieve anything.

For we my girl, are Golden.
Invisible Angels without wings.

Drowning in the ocean baby,
Drowing deep within with you.

I never realised just how blue your eyes were baby,
Until we sank into the blue.

Alone to sleep in dark abyss.
Forever..

Together,
Just Me & You.

Your love has me infected
Your love is my disease

Intoxicated by thoughts of you.
Oh you how haunt me in my dreams.
Because, oh..

Your love is my addiction
Your love is my ketamine.

I guess I'm nothing but an addict.
Oh..

For your love I am a ******.
But high upon your love, my darling..
I would only Overdose, O.D.

Although, Cold turkey is no longer an option now, my Love.
I'm afraid, I've grown to rely on your support to breathe.

Because I just can't get enough of you my Girl.
I've chasing this buzz for weeks,

I just can't get enough of you my Girl.
Like ******, oh so sweet.

Where is my D-O-G!
Where is my Doggie.

I ask of you G.O.D!?
Reunite me with my best 'Buddy'.

Cos I lost him in The Park today,
& I'm feeling very sad.

I lost him in The Park today,
The best Dog I ever had.

For what am I..
if not Man of Cruel Intentions?

Ruled by a thirst for power,
controlled by an overwhelming desire for greed.

For I am the embodiment of Avarice,
You see.

And It consumes me whole so effortlessly.

For what am I..
if not a Man of Cruel Intentions?

Just a lowly fallen son,
A Messiah of the wretched.
Loved by many.
But Idolised by none.

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'.

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.

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.

My belief in you wont last forever, my darling.

I need some proof that you are what you say you are.

I hope that you just didn't cry wolf, my darling..

Because my belief in you will eventually falter,
If you arn't who you say you are.

So as my belief in you, it dwindles.
Little by little, with each night.

& my patience begins to wear thin..

I believe in you no longer, my darling.

For you are nothing,
but a Sheep..
In a Wolf's clothing.

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.

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.