devoid of any poetic b*llsh*t

I made a mistake, because I could no longer control the fury slowly catching flame inside me. Maybe it was anger. Anger toward whom, it does not matter. Only the fact that things happened because of the presence of that somebody matters. I dare you to feel that pure unadulterated rush of emotions caused about by hopelessness and show me what you'd do. Tell me how you would handle comfort, any form of it, when you're faced by uncontrollable tears.

I am sorry for embracing comfort.

For trying to escape pain.

Because of that mistake I made, the cause of my despair, the one I ran away from to seek solace in somebody else, vanished . . .

causing greater despair, greater sorrow, and an unfathomable kind of

loneliness . . .

*sigh*

heck no

"Pretty Girl" by Sugarcult

pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything.
pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.

it's the way that he makes you feel.
it's the way that he kisses you.
it's the way that he makes you fall in love.

she's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and
the killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.
and that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.

it's the way that he makes you feel.
it's the way that he kisses you.
it's the way that he makes you fall in love. [2x]

pretty girl . . . pretty girl . . .

pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything.
pretty soon she'll figure out: you can never get him out of your head.

it's the way that he makes you cry.
it's the way that he's in your mind.
it's the way that he makes you fall in love.
it's the way that he makes you feel.
it's the way that he kisses you.
it's the way that he makes you fall in love . . .

once more

another cycle has ended
let us get lost once again
only this time
in a darker path
a narrower bridge
a bloodier, muddier swamp
let us cross again another river
one that is dry
with sharp stones
thirsty for blood from an unscarred sole

let us once again seek
refuge in the night
against the enlightenment of the sun

again and again let us rebel
let us jump and run and fly
and do things unthinkable
until we become too exhausted
until it is again time to sleep

let us feed
until our eyes could no longer open

until then let us stay awake
and stop dreaming

hide the ugly pictures
with uglier images

hide, hide, and be bound
by the freedom
to choose to keep hidden