stryka

He was rightly named for bringing on a reckoning, in an amphibeous metamorphosis, the sun ceased to circle the moon and I left the water for the land where I grew roots based in reality
You've always been a shell of what you could be - and always thought yourself so much more, the world is full of fallen angels and false prophets, blindly following the same path down. So you preach your pretentious wisdom and offer views of made up worlds for those to afraid to turn within and find their own way all the while hoping no one pulls aside the curtain and realizes you have nothing of substance to offer
A tug of war with his world, A fallacy only believed in bars by girls as young as I was once the welcome mat layed out for years and all the while you only sought entrance into my bed
A final realization dawned I remember a time I tried to be everything you said you wanted, only to acquire the traits and realize that kind of woman would want nothing to do with you, so I surpassed her and moved on knowing you were and always would be exactly what I wanted as a child thinking I could single handedly save the world, starting with your soul
And it's not that it hurts to much to go there, as it disgusts me I ever sank so low.