Well, I guess I haven't really cured myself.
Here I am, crawling back to express myself. Never learned to talk. Why? Well, because the world is cruel and senseless and violent. Talking is a waste of perfectly good oxygen on you.
From the time that I stopped writting and my old diary went into the archives, things changed... some may say for the worse. And I don't mean just Iran having nuclear programm or North Korea trying out its fnacy brand new nuclear bombs or the fact that Russia is blockading Georgia. No, I'm talking about my inner freaking world. It's rotten. I've being locking everything up inside for the past year and now, well now, I'm ready to burst at the seams and scream. It's true, I am the cashier who will some day shoot a custumer in the head, just because they pissed me off. It's true that I'm evil, heartless, annoying, bothersome, scum of the earth, will-never-do-anything-to-help-people type induvidual. It's all true. And you know why? Because you all, you humanity or whatever you call yourself (vampires maybe?) Whatever you are, you never made it worth my time. Never.
But I want more. Like any of the six billion people in this god-forsaken world I wan MORE.I want more than the dreams and fantasies of better life. I WANT a better life. I want to stop sleeping and instead sit in the middle of the night starring into the darkness and see beyond the veil of nothingness. I want to know, but I want to be ignorant. And most of all I want to escape reality into the world of happiness and world peace. I want to stop the screams of millions of hungry children because someone decided that some idealistic junk was more important than lives of human beings.
So, here, I'm still the pathetic cry-baby I was before, but now with more ambitions to weigh me done. Laugh at me world, because then I would have a reason to punch you in the face. Aggration they say is not answer... but it's sure as hell easier than talking it out with everyone.
Here I am, crawling back to express myself. Never learned to talk. Why? Well, because the world is cruel and senseless and violent. Talking is a waste of perfectly good oxygen on you.
From the time that I stopped writting and my old diary went into the archives, things changed... some may say for the worse. And I don't mean just Iran having nuclear programm or North Korea trying out its fnacy brand new nuclear bombs or the fact that Russia is blockading Georgia. No, I'm talking about my inner freaking world. It's rotten. I've being locking everything up inside for the past year and now, well now, I'm ready to burst at the seams and scream. It's true, I am the cashier who will some day shoot a custumer in the head, just because they pissed me off. It's true that I'm evil, heartless, annoying, bothersome, scum of the earth, will-never-do-anything-to-help-people type induvidual. It's all true. And you know why? Because you all, you humanity or whatever you call yourself (vampires maybe?) Whatever you are, you never made it worth my time. Never.
But I want more. Like any of the six billion people in this god-forsaken world I wan MORE.I want more than the dreams and fantasies of better life. I WANT a better life. I want to stop sleeping and instead sit in the middle of the night starring into the darkness and see beyond the veil of nothingness. I want to know, but I want to be ignorant. And most of all I want to escape reality into the world of happiness and world peace. I want to stop the screams of millions of hungry children because someone decided that some idealistic junk was more important than lives of human beings.
So, here, I'm still the pathetic cry-baby I was before, but now with more ambitions to weigh me done. Laugh at me world, because then I would have a reason to punch you in the face. Aggration they say is not answer... but it's sure as hell easier than talking it out with everyone.
Ambition’s children walk the earth
And from the time of blessed birth
Like ox pull they the weight of reason.
As years go by, with change of season
Ambitions children hang for treason.
By hands of spawns of hungry belly
For crimes of small, for crimes of petty
The necks of children loudly crack.
With foul tongue, spawns point mistake
Ambition’s children often make.
The mass’s ignorance they know
And error of the spawns they show.
The ignorant cry out for death
As people’s morals sink in heath.
Delusion stifles Dream’s last breath
And from the time of blessed birth
Like ox pull they the weight of reason.
As years go by, with change of season
Ambitions children hang for treason.
By hands of spawns of hungry belly
For crimes of small, for crimes of petty
The necks of children loudly crack.
With foul tongue, spawns point mistake
Ambition’s children often make.
The mass’s ignorance they know
And error of the spawns they show.
The ignorant cry out for death
As people’s morals sink in heath.
Delusion stifles Dream’s last breath
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26.11.2006 в 02:29Where are you from?
(I'm sorry I don't know English well.
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26.11.2006 в 13:13But you don't answer my quetion
(I'm from Moscow
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