| Turning the tables around, lets switch plates. Lets trade fates, lets look into each others hate. I can feel this pending on my action. I can stand here all day, out of dedication. Burning the edges of the contract, making verbal razor contact, your broken soul, my black heart. The whole world we both tore apart. Its all around us. In the Ground. The world, the space, the land, Spinning around, a crumbling wasteland, a desert, with corpses and skeletons. Laid out, to take the fall.. I'm nothing now. Your nothing now. Pain is something better now. Fate is bitter now. Life is lacking love. Can we shell through the outside layer of the lay out? Could I be more than I am now? Could I actually give a shit about what you say? I Do feel the bending of my brain! The main plan, ripped in half, the pressing of the stress into the mass. The mass of my Soul, its bruised, battered, beaten, but its still standing.. I'll stop handing my hope to you. I'll stop feeding my faith to you. biting my Hand. You should be buried in this sand. Deep within the barren wasteland. |
