I had to live this shit, in order to tell it, resurrected from the pit of doom, now trying to claw my way back, I wondered if I would get a second chance. Since my battle with the gods had left me scarred, which gave me the upper hand, I was more confident than ever, I didn't fear anymore, what was, was, what was bound to happen, would become, I could only watch over myself, there was no force over me, I was the force, I was my own.
Modern technology would be the death of men, I thought, as I reached out to one of my long lost brothers, wondering if he'd return the call, putting a dollar into the vending machine, awaiting my hard earned prize. This was it, I thought, I had battled against the gods, coming out victorious, what was left, out of luck, beat severely, no money, no love, who could love a grumpy motherfucker like me?
Katie once did, but she had all she could have, she was now off living, me trying to mend the broken pieces, while she was having fun, I didn't mind that, I wanted her happy, I just really missed her, and that caused more pain for me. I recently ran into her and we decided to hang out one night. I was into stoner now, and she lived off speed, heading down the bright lights of the city limits, I pushed the car into fifth, and she begged me, not to let her fall in love again.
maybe it'll get finished, or maybe not...