Sullen admiration, and fucking alienation
Feeling again, like so many times before.
looking at the empty wounds where blood ribbons to the floor.
Carving pieces of a puzzle from massochists desire,
hoping for another scar to admire.
'I am the fuel, I am the fire.'
Victim to a heart unhealed, leaving nothing but
the worst of feelings sealed.
Look at this illusion, this phantasm of a reality.
looks intriguing doesnt it.
However the blood is the same.
the bone breaks as before.
Cantrips of my personalty now, I try so hard.
to perpetuate this state of emotion,
but i am jealous you know. Of your wounds.
They arent as empty as mine.
I would offer to trade,
but the hollowness is where it belongs.
Do you know why the gentleman must enter a room,
after the lady, in places familiar.
Do you know why the gentleman must enter a room,
before the lady, in places unfamiliar.
Do you know why I walk on your left. and keep you on the right.
Why should the pole not be split, why should the salt stand upright.
Everything I care for, everything I place my life into. Everything I give my blood.
Will only cause me decay.
Such a sullen reckoning a bring upon myself, yet i still wake. Every morning.
Excited to do it again.
I am losing passion. For things I once cared for.
I am starting to realize, that no matter my wants,
no matter my attempts.
In the end, there is no damn KY, and its me, the catcher and the Rye.
Please god let it be cliff notes.
nope. Its the unedited version.
There was a day, when i thought my efforts and passion would change,
not the world. but my world.
I am wrong..
I was wrong..
What is passion in a fucking world of normality.
drown the difference.
suffication.
I bore of this.
I bore of it all.
Fuck the world.
Fuck em all.
I hate your judgements....
I hate this world.
I hate america,
I hate you.
I hate myself.
I hate I.
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after the lady, in places familiar.
Do you know why the gentleman must enter a room,
before the lady, in places unfamiliar.
Do you know why I walk on your left. and keep you on the right.
Why should the pole not be split, why should the salt stand upright.
Yeah, so traditionally the man walks on the left side of the woman, so that if a cart or buggy should come by, the lady does not get splashed with water or mud... he is like a blocker. More recent, it is because if the woman is walking toward the street it is because her "man" is her pimp and is selling the goods, and showing them off.
The first is actually Victorian dancing etiquette.
Yeah, I'm a nerd for knowing that. I went to charm school, what can I say. I like to be treated like a lady and if you don't know how that is then how do you know if that's the way you're being treated.