every beat of my heart

Monday, September 1, 2008 @12:22 AM

What an interesting day in an interesting age.

In a tender mindset easily bent.

And yet, 'tis not ourselves who brought our own existence, no impact never too great.

Who now, Lady Luck; Mother Nature; Aphrodite?

Love is for losers.

And yet when you have none without, you have nothing within. The stars shant hide their fires for frosted glass.

There is no such thing as total compliance, everlasting loyalty, nor eternal relationships, serve it as comfort or bitter reality is perception.

And any attempt at necromancy will bring but a rotten corpse of one once complete, we are aware, and yet-

We demand them more than the walkthroughs of life's game. In a bid to look upon a kindred face we risk all we hold dear.

And yet, 'tis life, 'tis life. 'Tis the bitter, cruel, pointless existence. We live, we exist, we breathe.

'Tis a pointless existence-

Which we shant hesitate on ending. The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules.

Government is tyranny. Compassion is weakness. Hesitation is fatal.

Murder is justified. Genocide is salvation. Chaos is utopia.

Life is lost, love is lost, chilling winds in winter frost.

Cruelty makes perfect, abstinence makes none. Madness ensures that the game's always won.

The crimes of the crimelords hold not a candle to
The one on the bike, his grasp on my handle who
Steers to the road against anything humane and
Does nothing more than watch us go insane and-

The world has changed, seen no longer in films of sepia but in tinted glasses of madness and rage.

Of a life full of lies of what truly lies under, what the sharpness of lightning and loudness of thunder and-

Its not what I did, nor whatever you said.
You're not the person once in my heart's stead.

You're not the same.

The -- I knew who shared that same name.

Hear the call.

Deep inside, are you still calling?