mortuusnox

I don't want to go on any longer
They say I'm strong yet I need to be stronger
I don't want to be your salvation
I struggle along with my own damnation
I don't want to be anything to anyone
Without you I could very well be done.
I don't want to be angelic
Your praise to beauty is pathetic
I don't want to continue to shine
From this light you feast and dine
I don't want to wake again
Let me be still let me pretend
I don't want to stay in this private prison
Just give me back my healing poison
I don't want to and you can't make me
I pray for the day I will finally be free

I know, its pathetic, but its poetry. I kinda want to write something else here, but I don't have anything to say that is very happy, and I was going for contrast. Wait, I've got it ... I got into a whip cream fight with two girls last nite. That sounds happy right? Its true, but ultimately the nite didn't end well. I'll just keep the details to myself and fool you all. Mwah ha ha ha.
BLEH fucking BLAH BLEH