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Hey kids,
Just some work in progress, just an attempt to get anything straight:
At ease, that's what they say right, standing taut muscles overwrought, in the long line. Like a cat ready for action, the calm before the heat of angry passion, just waiting caged till the harsh light of day, till the secrets fall prey to my feeble attempts not to say, and not to stay. So much confusion, there's no room for hate, just tension in the heart in the veins crouching ready for pains, more pains each day in vain. You breathe and breathe but no air will come, no comforting sigh, no saving scream can make this right, will come tonight to ease my plight. Every moment on the edge waiting for the hit that really brings you down, waiting to kiss the ground, and taste the blood in your mouth. And knowing that every minute you deserve it. Not like when you were a kid, and they used to beat you because you "weren't right" not like when you wanted to beat you because you weren't strong enough and you weren't man enough and it was your own fault for liking pink and feeling things, now you do deserve it, now it is you. You did everything wrong, especially when you tried to do right, but you've learnt it doesn't matter in this life. Wrong or right still leads you to the same place, no teeth just space from being kicked in the face, and out of this space there is no more truth. Just hurt and hate. And you become nothing like what you thought you knew you were. You become something you can't see, you can't be, or can't bear to believe, but you are. And there's no going back now.
Thanks for caring about me.
Until next time,
~Ktwilight
Just some work in progress, just an attempt to get anything straight:
At ease, that's what they say right, standing taut muscles overwrought, in the long line. Like a cat ready for action, the calm before the heat of angry passion, just waiting caged till the harsh light of day, till the secrets fall prey to my feeble attempts not to say, and not to stay. So much confusion, there's no room for hate, just tension in the heart in the veins crouching ready for pains, more pains each day in vain. You breathe and breathe but no air will come, no comforting sigh, no saving scream can make this right, will come tonight to ease my plight. Every moment on the edge waiting for the hit that really brings you down, waiting to kiss the ground, and taste the blood in your mouth. And knowing that every minute you deserve it. Not like when you were a kid, and they used to beat you because you "weren't right" not like when you wanted to beat you because you weren't strong enough and you weren't man enough and it was your own fault for liking pink and feeling things, now you do deserve it, now it is you. You did everything wrong, especially when you tried to do right, but you've learnt it doesn't matter in this life. Wrong or right still leads you to the same place, no teeth just space from being kicked in the face, and out of this space there is no more truth. Just hurt and hate. And you become nothing like what you thought you knew you were. You become something you can't see, you can't be, or can't bear to believe, but you are. And there's no going back now.
Thanks for caring about me.
Until next time,
~Ktwilight