Sunday, September 17, 2006

:: goodbye ::

You may tire of me
as our December sun is setting
because I’m not who I used to be

No longer easy on the eyes
but these wrinkles masterfully disguise
The youthful boy below

Who turned your way and saw
Something he was not looking for
both a beginning and an end

But now he lives inside
someone he does not recognize
When he catches his reflection

on accident

On the back of a motor bike
with your arms outstretched trying to take flight

leaving everything behind

but even at our swiftest speed
we couldn't break from the concrete
in the city where we still reside.

And I have learned
that even landlocked lovers yearn
for the sea like navy men

Cause now we say goodnight
from our own separate sides

like brothers on a hotel bed.

-Deathcab for cutie - Brothers on a hotel bed.

...and know that i won't bother, with your stupid 19 year old waste of space - and you who are dumb enough to follow in pursuit of child's play. As if being treated like a spare tyre wasn't bad enough.

Your stupidity, is none of my concern.

The two of you, can go fuck yourselves - because there's no room for either of you where i'm headed - and unlike you; it definitely is a brighter life, with less disappointments and so much more to gain.

Your loss, will be painful, and you will cry forever and ever more.

By this night's end - you will be NOTHING.

Fight the war, fuck the norm.



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spoken. at 5:38 PM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."