As I peer in to your dark face that pulls me toward the abyss I wonder where the distinction between reality and dreams became significant and I realized that everything I wanted was not exactly what you expected and you're the specter that haunts every single stage of my dreaming.

You come on the eve of destruction but you laugh it all away. You don't see urgency of my message. You dont......why i'm not sure. I gave you the tools of knowledge and you underestimated the power. A responsibility only few can live up to. Maybe you can change my mind on this subject.....eh highly unlikely. I've seen the dreams in which i'm dying but hey i'm still livin.

You whisper eternities of silence that I can't quite ever realize; I can't comprehend the anger that I've caused to flow through your hot selfish veins. Spare a little blood to help me get eleven drunkass kills and wonder why you ain't got no girl.
I awoke next to a succubus that demanded my soul and tried to wander away from the broken home that I've tried to put back together with so many strips and rolls of duct tape but yet somehow remains shattered like so many inumerable shards of glass that cut up your rough calloused feet and leave me questioning your defeat at the hands and nails of Springtime Mother Earth who still feels as cold and heartless as Winter's tearing and ripping at my thin christmas sweater over my cheer coach shirt that always seems to freeze in the snow.