Who is worthy of interruption
Might I ask
Or is that another question you have no clue how to even begin to process
To understand
Too lazy to answer
so you murmur
"I don't know man"
Now a decade,
nearly two,
later;
You're reactions haven't changed
And I ask you yet another,
You become all disarranged.
"Cause that's just life"
That's all you ever answer
"And if you believe it's not fair, than go talk to your wife"
As is she's some kind of necromancer
A woman fueled of power
who has the key to numb your pain
Take that pain and devour;
But you and I know you are just a man
with lustful thoughts
and dreams thats rots
and one who never