----- rant 005* -----

Crystal clear... Don't make me stop, don't withhold what I want.
Without fear, with a burden of madness and a load of sadness a lifetime of haves and have nots I cannot believe that anyone would do that to me. It wasn't exactly my fault, but I claim responsibility and hope not to fall from this bright light neon in the middle of the night when all the children cower in fright oh I'm out there... somewhere beneath the layers of shadow I'm a bat I'm a fallow swamp I have lain in wait for years and now I absorb all of the tears I am hungry and I thirst for your blood I come when you least sexpct it and I dance on your grave when the only mourners are ghosts and goblins greeting you upon your entrance into hell welcome to the other side of life the other end of the circle once you go in you don't come out without being devout. We'll make you believe and until you do it's no more candy and all of the pain all of the time you're gonna get to feel it again because we say so. because we say so. because we said so long ago when you were just a kid and we were all adults. No escape and no retreat this time it's all up to me. I am proud of what I am a foul beast by standard definition and name. Don't spill a drop on your way to the gate, if you drink it all before it's too late you'll get the reward that bitter biting bastardly taste in the back of your throat that makes you choke and down it goes down to the very last droplet it hits your tongue and makes you recoil it is in you now and it begins to boil, churning your guts and making you spoil. Soon enough you'll be big just like us even if you don't want it and even if you lack the guts. In the grey haze, we'll be meeting again and when you turn and run we'll come face to face after all of those days you could have been doing it you wasted all that time because someone somewhere said 'screw it' but the consequences of shirking come only too late after you've wasted the time to debate if you're clever you'll give in now we won't hurt you too bad and you'll get to go down, down where all the other rebels lie and have lain the dark and clotting blood that is only a stain. Remember nightmares in which your dreams all died? The doll, and the butterfly will haunt you until you CRACK. Until you're screaming kicking thrashing crazy broken no more kid to sing to no more if you're not going to speak now and forever hold your peace.