If wasting my time with bad attitudes and causeless criticism heals your insecurities and medicates the impression of me you've fabricated -please, walk away from knowing that I exist and let your wounds close. I've never valued fixing relationships I didn't break, or having the option to keep in touch people who never cared about integrity, honesty, or respect. I do not intend on keeping a collection of you.
And I can promise, the altitude I will reside in shall leave you all with nothing to envy. You'll be hanging yourselves up to dry, wishing there was someone else to compare yourselves to. Hoping and praying you had been more open minded to accepting the falsehood and image you clung to for so long, instead of mocking those who oppose your pathetic, mediocre excuse for a life.
These escapes, these grotesque, meaningless, materialistic and tangible items will soon mean nothing to you, and because you held on to these, nothing will matter any more. You have basically owned nothing but denial for years. This is how mundane you actually are.
You've made a strange investment.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Remorseless.
I will defend and uphold, support this mountain until what I've become caves in.
But if they should spit in my face and walk their own way, I will warn them no longer.
I will not cry if they burn.
What will I gain by giving up what little respect I have left?
Oh, you, of little faith.
You criticize that which you cannot taste.
I will decide which one of you will strive and which will fall,
Consider me the karma that you lean on.
This earth is not my place - but I will remain until my time.
I will remain, until my welcome home.
Refine them, refine them until they have no choice but to choose.
No denial to hold on to.
Strike down the deceivers, bring the storm that will close the curtain.
Make them aware, make them aware of who they have become and who they can be.
Dry up everything, take back the winds that we take for granted every day.
I've never felt such a struggle - keeping love while I preach this;
Sympathy is no excuse for action.
And I'm waiting for a nation to sing along.
The world will come next, should you see fit to bring me there.
And I pray, I need closure.
For I am, and that is all I am.
But if they should spit in my face and walk their own way, I will warn them no longer.
I will not cry if they burn.
What will I gain by giving up what little respect I have left?
Oh, you, of little faith.
You criticize that which you cannot taste.
I will decide which one of you will strive and which will fall,
Consider me the karma that you lean on.
This earth is not my place - but I will remain until my time.
I will remain, until my welcome home.
Refine them, refine them until they have no choice but to choose.
No denial to hold on to.
Strike down the deceivers, bring the storm that will close the curtain.
Make them aware, make them aware of who they have become and who they can be.
Dry up everything, take back the winds that we take for granted every day.
I've never felt such a struggle - keeping love while I preach this;
Sympathy is no excuse for action.
And I'm waiting for a nation to sing along.
The world will come next, should you see fit to bring me there.
And I pray, I need closure.
For I am, and that is all I am.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Remember me as a time of day.
"I've been thinking about you a lot. Glad you caught me on a hard day. Cheered me up. Love and miss you so much. So much."
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