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I'm a Clock. (Bitter Truth)
written by Genocide Reaper09:42 AM 8/13/04| You want the bitter truth? Heres the bitter truth I'm rooted into the ground, that holds me down, its so fucking stressful, I can't feel but I can, its all these stupid little feelings that overwhelm me. I'm the Big Demon swarmed over by little ones. These little bastards won't get off of me.. The little fuckers won't go away, the little fuckers won't leave me be.. God damn it... GET OFF! Heres the Better way to choose, free. Careful, and Helpful.. Now, heres how I did it.. Carless, Carefree. Fuck the World. And welcome to Hell. See the problem? See where it dwells? No.. Well I'll show you.. After I sold you, I told you how I was Bold. How I took Control, yet I lack a Soul. Do you see me now? I'm a Beast without a Heart, I'm a food for the Monster, called Dread. It haunts me, I'm cursed. I'm not happy, I'm not pleasant, I'm alone how the fuck would you handle it? Loving it? Solitude is good for thought but doesn't do shit when you feel like your about to Rot. I'll spell it out for you.. The word loud and Fucking Clear, so I can put you in my shoes, place you Here.. Decaying. Mass of Stupidity, affraid of His own Actions.. Not willing to Make contact out of fear of fucking it up. Not willing to Try out of fear of failuer, Not willing to Waste time on the Ignorant because Thats the Choice.. Or Choose Ignorance and Ugly. What the fuck? I'm better off than that.. I see a Future for me.. And I want it so Bad I can taste it and Even fucking Swallow, but it doesn't fill me up, because its not there.. I don't need Jesus.. I need a Brilliant Woman.. A good counter Part. A Cog for peice of this Clock, I'm a Lonly Gear here, How can I turn to the good times without the Cog to help Turn it?! |
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