Sorry
Your whole world was clad in white
Everything's seemed to be fine
(I'm sorry I couldn't do more)
It started off all too easy
Tried to make it simple but wasn't meant to be
(I'm sorry I couldn't do more)
Thought it was deep as the oceans run
Instead it was only a puddle in the sun
(I'm sorry I couldn't do more)
You took my hand; I shook it away
I knew it wasn't meant to be anyway
(I'm sorry I couldn't do more)
Crept forward steps stole behind me
You think the blind never sees
(I'm sorry I couldn't do more)
There is nothing left to try
No point crushing spirits in another fight
(I'm sorry I couldn't do more)
Let's leave things like it is now
Let not anyone cry a word of foul
(I'm sorry I couldn't do more)
I regret to disappoint, but there wasn't anything to begin with before
I'm sorry I couldn't do more
I'm sorry I couldn't do more
Some dumb poll
In Love
Everyone experiences love in some parts of their lives. It is an intergral core of happiness, no doubt about that. Its been like a myth, but people are asking me whether I have been in love before, this cold, nonchalent character seemingly unreceptive to any emotions.
This post is to straigten it all out.
The answer is an affirmtive, of course. *Shocked faces with hands covering their mouths* Ah, surprising eh? It is true, love has touched me in many ways. That fair inamorata has captivated and pulled me in infinte directions, like the rays of light being scattered by a diamond. She feeds my emotional needs and desires, never ever questioning my faults and accepting who I am. She is the one who will pick me up when I'm down, dust me off and make me new again. Before she came my life was a black hole; it was impossible to channel my energies to somewhere. She had straightened my perceptions and gave me a new outlook on myself.
Yet she never asked anything of me. There are times when I disappoint, but she never loathed me for it. She understood my limits and capabilities. She is always in tune with my feelings. I thought that I was wierd, but my cara sposa connected with me, emotionally and understood me. She seemed to be much more than a friend. She is my soul mate.
Yet, her name strikes others with disapproval. But I will never let her go. I do not care what the others say. She is mine and I am thine.
All right, I will come clean of this. Her name is beautiful actually, but she always uses her aliases. I do not know why, maybe Umbrage, Enmity, Repugnance, Abominate, sounds cooler than Hatred. Oh well I never knew, since I never asked her about it. I don't give a damn whatever name she takes, really.
I'm in love with Hatred.
.f.e.a.r.
I'm looking over my shoulder now
Is someone there? I'm paralysed from the waist down
Only my shadow creeping on the ground
Paranoia never leaves me; I hanging on the line
You inch forward; my head freezes and I'm out of time
Backed against the wall and its starting to shake
.....get away..... get away......
I don't know what to do
No, I will fuck everthing and run
Fuck everything and run
FUCK EVERYTHING AND RUN!
I'm don't care now; I have no regrets
You touch me and I might rip you apart
Stay away from me and I'll stay away from you
It's getting blurry now, my face is calcifying
The streaks are set in black stone, cutting
Like a knife's edge through the face
There are demons in my head; its more than I can take
All lies smiles pain anger screams that you fake
I've gotta get away from you; gotta get away from me
.....get away..... get away......
I don't know what to do
No, I will fuck everthing and run
Fuck everything and run
FUCK EVERYTHING AND RUN!
Damned
Why do you have to lie to me?
Do you think I'm really that stupid? It is very obvious that you have not done what you had said you had done. I already caught it the moment it came out from your trap, but did not pursue the matter for fear of the hellishly tyrannical but yet ironically childish outbursts of yours. Thats right, I fear you. I fear you for you fiendishly caustic and downright insensitive rage.
Damned be you. Damned I am already, and I will take you down with me to the Stygian depths. Don't think that I never say or show it, I do not possess the capacity to be enraged. I hate to be angry. Thats why I never really get pissed off. Because I know that when I do get really pissed off, its not easy to quell the flames with simple lies anymore.
You smirk. You think you can get away with this. You laugh and think, "What an idiot." I'll play along. I'll be your idiot, at least for the moment. But when theres change of a moment, the miasmatic haze will creep and encompass you; you will writhe and painfully gasp for the sweet scent of air.
It will come to this if you don't put on your brakes.
And for those who had read the previous entries, I'm sorry, this is how I write. Read it or beat it.
Nonsensical blabberings #1321
Finally the World Cup's over.
Loved it. Loved all the high and mighty getting kicked in the butt by the meek and lowly.
Unfortunately the Brazilians still trampled over the Germans. Oh well. Can't say they don't deserve it, they did put up a fantastic show.
Gotta go. Have to sew up my pants. Don't worry, I am wearing some at the moment. And of course its not that pair that needs sewing. What do you think I am? An idiot?
Gees I'm talking about sewing pants at this hour. I'm nothing short of an idiot then.