FaceOneFresh
01-10-09, 01:45 AM
in the throes of agony, wondering what you gained from having me, yet losing me to addiction to chaos so cruel it has no inflection, knowing you gained lifetimes of elysia and ive gained head****s of infinite unspeakable horrors,if i had only known, what was behind those gypsy eyes, i would have never crossed barriers unknown, when all your lies seem like petty excuses, and all your trust it was found useless, when i loved you more you pushed me away, blessed with my seed but cursed to betray, was it worth it? to be happy to do it without "him", to travel the universe without your companion on a whim, i lost you to a thousand deaths and lovers, and i still want to know why you still cover yourself in rejection and depression, but i guess the guilt of knowing how im living isnt out of the question, i learned my lesson late, and i masturbate speaking on things past, far from great, my potential wasted, on a woman who hates my many faces, face it, you feel empty as i do, even after all your exploits, im the you know who, im the how the why the when, i was breaking the girl but i loved no one else, you were traveling the world and casting your spells, i fell into hells unfathomable depths, im crawling the bottom seeking whats left, to hold is nothing but ashes, i inhale the smoke to keep from crashes, 40 lashes and a cross would be easier to bear, then mental anguish in this never ending nightmare, i guess i only brought it on myself, letting you do what you did unto me in such stealth, such betrayal to use my mind in ruse, you tapped my source and left me empty such a sick abuse, the truth was all i wanted valued, but now i know the bitter truth and its so sallow and hard to swallow, like tallow fats for soap i need to turn this to tommorow, and walk my road, wherever it may lead, hopefully away from someone so willing to bleed, but at any blade but mine, you wish you stabbed me first, but you stabbed me in my spine, how someone so devine could be such swine, is what we both distastefully realized, real eyes real disguises and fake profiles, artistic whores and boring saints