Riders on the Storm

Listening to: the doors
Feeling: caffeinated
I found this, right now, and im going to feature it only because i didnt know these words existed. Its funny how things from so long ago can continue to relate. a lover a fucker a toy a nothing. what am i to you or her or him? a friend? i think i.m just another someone that means nothing more than zero. i think i.m just another fuck or another score. racking up those tally marks on your white board? glad i could help. sincerely securing your trip to egotism, well now you.re one step closer, one girl closer, one fuck closer. another fuck and who knows where you.ll be. if your head will fit through the doorway anymore. was it all just a dream, a nightmare, a thought that i dreampt up in the middle of class? was it a game of pretend? was it just an excuse to escape my mind and enter a realm of unreal? do i need to get away that badly? i.m sorry for you, you who has to live with yourself in my dreams and my mind. my mind so cunningly vindictive and unmerciful. i.m not afraid to be what you made me, this vengence will take me further than your deep sleeps and wet dreams. i.ll just go on playing your puppet and being your lead role, but watch out baby cos you only have eyes in the front of your head. i always conquer my missions.
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