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By distant moon Date: 2007 Sep 25 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.25.20.25.30715]] |
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I have my flaws. I admit it freely. I'm a terrible liar, an addict to desire, and a helpless romantic always looking for more. I've got a penchant for competition, and I'd rather be heard than listen, because I'm a selfish fool, pushing only chances out the door. But dear, holier than thou only works once in a while, when you've spent as much time in this life. I'll play the devil tune, but don't lie, you play it too, but frankly, I'm not even sure if I'm saying this right. So, the bottom line is this, I'm depression, and slitting wrists, pressed in a bottle that only breaks after 1 a.m. Understand you're just a friendly muse, but when what comes out you refuse, you stifle the flow of the important mental mend. I understand you didn't ask for this, and maybe you don't want any part in it, and to that I can do nothing but agree. But at a much more shallow level, than the depths you wish to travel, nothing complicated, you could have just told me. |