Ahhh welcome home you pitiful fool, did you enjoy your time
in the woods, did you enjoy having that gun against year head, did you enjoy
trying to pull the trigger, oh but worry not as it malfunctioned , oh what a
life, you yearn to die but God played a twisted joke and wouldn't let you, oh
forgive me for not being a better friend, forgive me brother for my failures.
Even when you yearn for death a sanctimonious bitch will call you a freak because
you no longer cry in front of people anymore. What a twisted fate we have
brother, they ask of us to be honest, yet honesty is what they want the least, "Freaks
your all freaks, you no longer cry, might as well die, because a freak can't be
human can they.'
Oh, my other brother, you scream that you want to blow your
head off " GIVE ME THE GUN, I WANT TO BLOW MY HEAD OFF" you feel so alone in
your own home that you seek solace in the drink of demons, the smoke of devils,
and the comfort of a temptress. Oh, how pitiful can I be, how can I be your
Friend, your brother, but I fail in helping you.
It's sad we look back on that memory and laugh, its truly
sad, but as that disgusting priggish little grimalkin
says "Freak, ahahha grab the gun you
freak you disgusting numb freak, how dare you walk in the land of humans,
should just blow your brains out"
Now I the somber fool will tell
a tale about me
I would look to the sky as a kid
and laugh, wishing to conquer the stars, to fight a dragon, and many other beautiful
things. My dreams would fly higher then clouds, my love would blossom better than
a field of roses, and my fury would rush faster than a rapid, but as I grew my
heart waned, my eyes stopped seeing the stars as something to claim but
something to pity because they looked so alone and seemed they were there for
our own amusement, the tales of great dragons never struck the same as even a
dragon can feel, and my dreams that once
passed the clouds fell further then hell. Why should I love, I thought, all my
roses are gone, embers of a fleeting flame. The colors of the Earth that filled
me with joy turned into the most painful of grays. LIFE MEANT NOTHING, AND I
WAS NOTHING. What right does nothing have to life, I shouldn't exist. These
thoughts came to my mind daily. And for months I roamed the Earth dead, for
months I wanted nothing but a sweet release, as I no longer could feel, my
tears felt empty, my smiles like masks, what a pitiful existence. For months my
curiosity wondered what life is after death, for months my boredom ate at my
soul. For months I was a Freak.
But in the end, I pulled through.
There was light through the darkness. Maybe All Those Thieving Evil Wicked freaks were just hurt people seeking a way to take their
pain out. 5:4 this number saved me, hopefully it can save you.