to look into the face of my father with shame everything will be nothing and nothing will be the same the laughter has vanished, the house is empty and dark no longer laughing and happiness is a lark and to sit staring at the phone until the room is black makes me think of the qualities that i used to lack yearning for forgivness but in the face of anger its stone taut becomes my face and in the rage darker in tone amphibious by nature reptilian by design walking in the middle of the street down the yellow line a cab driver honks his horn and he gets too blue i get tired of him and shout "fuck you too!" it makes me smile but only for an instant, only for a bit for in the words of ministers and dickheads im going to the pit, to burn, to roast, to fry in hell, could i care less, don't think of the bell and i could call it anything i want but nothing is the same life: you have to live it right or be completely lame fire away, and i do, screaming like a madman but because i couldn't have you, i turn into a badman mr. "i-don't-give-a-fuck" just for a sec then i droop and turn into an emotional wreck.Birth sign: Aries
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