Why am I no longer impressed by my invention?
It's only a facade...I know,
But it cuts deeper as the lies grow,
A lover,
A victim,
A villain,
A saint,
A queer,
A god,
I've been all I wanted to be,
Yet I never truly achieved this state,
Time to put down the rulebook,
Give up the dire life and find a new invention,
A reality that's all me.
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 2:53 PM UTC
Why am I no longer impressed by my invention?
It's only a facade...I know,
But it cuts deeper as the lies grow,
A lover,
A victim,
A villain,
A saint,
A queer,
A god,
I've been all I wanted to be,
Yet I never truly achieved this state,
Time to put down the rulebook,
Give up the dire life and find a new invention,
A reality that's all me.
Written in 2005
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