NO MORE BUT PAIN

there would be no need for me to try and recover. i've realized that i'm over with everything i despised and the only thing that keeps me from stepping forward is avoiding my steps on top of them.

iron balls chained around me unusually get a lot heavier when things seem to be so damn forgotten. the thing is, they do not want to be extinct to the memory that continues to haunt me. though i attempt to bring along a giant scissor, the link seemed like the golden thread woven by those three mythical bitches.

if two existing beings like us are torn apart because of some unexplainable drama, another comes to rescue and stupidly pairs us knowing it impossible to succeed. yet the problem is, that third being seems to enjoy it... add to that the so-called friends who just watch from behind and give themselves a laugh of their own.

i would actually have to pity a person who doesn't seem to understand that even though he would try his best to connect two worthless people, it would be of his own embarrassment tom fulfill. i myself confronted the fact, but they never gave up. sadly, they're the ones who i must cut off... and slid their throats all at once.

there are others apart from them. they think i am behind a beautiful mask well hidden off in the woods. ignorant i am, i kept every word they say to myself, knowing that time would pass by and everything would simply buried. yet their hunger for the worse is unavoidable, and they succeed in finding new preys. it's shit to hear names who are now victims with the truth never proven, yet believed. dare i might say stand up in front of them and tell everything, but i believe no one will hesitate to pull me down and scream in my ears how stupid i am for being a liar.

the sore loser stands still. and i have to gun them down now. i'm tired already with all the fuck i get from them. and they have to thank me for a soothing aura i envelop around myself. the truth is what i hold, not theirs to eat.

i bid everyone to talk... and sigh in the end.