And It is true
I have become what I hate
And jealousy and enviousness will surround me forever
The riffs, the riffs, the boys, the kill.
The chase has ended
Yesterday I yearned to pull thy guts out
to hear thou pleading.... forgiveness and apologizement
Apologize for thy existance
For shadowing me
and becoming the ruler with which all shall be measured
I desire not thy desires
I desire my own desires to exist....
I don't have to believe no more
I need no pencil... to swear or curse
What I do need is a good night's sleep and to tire my ass off in the tread mill.
To spit these words out
with this freakishly small keyboard
And have a kid, write a book and plant a tree just to prove that I lived.
To feel that I lived.