I am a product of nothing, a hatched
bird that cracked the shell and took my first look upon the rising
sun long after the nest was abandoned. My strength rises from my
inner being. A being that never succumbed to the curse of flesh. A
being that will never seize to exist, that feeds on the contradicting
lonesomeness. Believing in this and myself I seal my survival forever
and this, no one can steal from me. It's a toy that will never break,
a friend that will never turn his back on me. So you could keep
trying. Cheap tricks trying to make me a smaller person wont even get
close to touch my core. Neither will your pathetic try's to lay guilt
upon me raise an effect. You have had your share of unjust pain in
this life and even tho you may enforce yourself upon my near and dear
you'll never get to me. You may know pain and suffering and how to
apply them in the precise moment to make yourself the center of our
common painting. But that boy in the corner, he who walks the path of
shadows, brings more to the picture than you will ever know or
achieve for yourself. He carries the one thing is this world that is
everlasting. A hatred that will devour you and your pity problems. A
hatred born out of nothing. As long as you approach him as sane he
will sense that you are just as fragile as anyone else, and if you
actually succeed to push yourself over the edge he will change your
life forever with his serpent tongue. This thing in my chest, this
friend of mine is as silent as a night in the desert and its holding
a young sleeping child. It will never give it back, it will never let
it be harmed. It would prefer to just let itself and everything in my
reach burn to ashes if someone got to close.
And you actually think I like this?
