HOW I WISH I WAS MADE YOURS
Anger, misery, you'll suffer unto me.
~Hetfield
I sometimes wonder how it could have been...not that I long for it. God knows I'm happy right where I am now. Its just that I wonder. I am after all curious.
How do you treat them now? The trash that you used to call your boyfriends? Its the only way I can call them, like trash. Like the toilet paper you use to wipe their cum off your unquenched center.
Until one of them, got in deeper the rest, and not all the toilet paper in the world could get his seed out of you. It had to come out, sentient, on its own. And one before him learned the same trick: "promise you better" and he too got in as deep, again planted a seed.
It too became sentient.
You should have killed yourself then. You should have ended it all. You known it would never be better again. Their lies will hold, and you will forever be the fool.
Just like me. I couldn't save you, so I saved someone else. I should have killed you then myself then. If you couldn't be mine alive, then I can fuck you dead!
But I keep wondering why when I offered you forever then, the best of forever at that, you declined. We could have been also happy. But no, I was a turtle and they were full throttle intoxication bottled in flesh tubes unwrapped in latex. They were better and I damned.
How I wish I was made yours so I could have shown you better. In fact its funny, because what they promised and never gave was what I gave you everyday and scorned.
Its the giver not the gift. Immortality from the devil is different from immortality from heaven. But the prices are usually the same. In our case we're both damned now, me for wishing and loving and hoping, and you for being blind and shallow.
Blind men don't drown, the shallowest pools scare them, so they do not venture into the depths. I saw but kept what I saw within me, never telling you. So I dove for it, and was lost in the sea of love, when I should have been on the shore helping you drown deeper with me. I was impatient and went to take it and bring it back to you, someone fucked you in the ass and made you suck his cock clean afterwards while I was away. And you liked it more than the forever of worship offered.
Some people's priorities are just skewed.
Being a god is so hard, you want to destroy them all, you want to save them all, you want to fuck them all, you want to preserve them all.
~Hetfield
I sometimes wonder how it could have been...not that I long for it. God knows I'm happy right where I am now. Its just that I wonder. I am after all curious.
How do you treat them now? The trash that you used to call your boyfriends? Its the only way I can call them, like trash. Like the toilet paper you use to wipe their cum off your unquenched center.
Until one of them, got in deeper the rest, and not all the toilet paper in the world could get his seed out of you. It had to come out, sentient, on its own. And one before him learned the same trick: "promise you better" and he too got in as deep, again planted a seed.
It too became sentient.
You should have killed yourself then. You should have ended it all. You known it would never be better again. Their lies will hold, and you will forever be the fool.
Just like me. I couldn't save you, so I saved someone else. I should have killed you then myself then. If you couldn't be mine alive, then I can fuck you dead!
But I keep wondering why when I offered you forever then, the best of forever at that, you declined. We could have been also happy. But no, I was a turtle and they were full throttle intoxication bottled in flesh tubes unwrapped in latex. They were better and I damned.
How I wish I was made yours so I could have shown you better. In fact its funny, because what they promised and never gave was what I gave you everyday and scorned.
Its the giver not the gift. Immortality from the devil is different from immortality from heaven. But the prices are usually the same. In our case we're both damned now, me for wishing and loving and hoping, and you for being blind and shallow.
Blind men don't drown, the shallowest pools scare them, so they do not venture into the depths. I saw but kept what I saw within me, never telling you. So I dove for it, and was lost in the sea of love, when I should have been on the shore helping you drown deeper with me. I was impatient and went to take it and bring it back to you, someone fucked you in the ass and made you suck his cock clean afterwards while I was away. And you liked it more than the forever of worship offered.
Some people's priorities are just skewed.
Being a god is so hard, you want to destroy them all, you want to save them all, you want to fuck them all, you want to preserve them all.
posted by WalasTech at 7/30/2005 09:17:00 PM
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