The world's a fucked up place,
but I live my life in a bubble of safety.
I've had little teaspoon tastes of the wasteland outside,
but nothing like the main course. No, nothing at all.
Yet still, I wear my tiny little battle paper cuts proudly.
I'll talk down to others who don't have as many paper cuts as I do,
then I'll pick up and carry a stinky little cross with pretty stickers on it and carry it arrogantly.
My stinky little cross is special, no one else has stickers that are as pretty,
and I'll tell you how the trauma from my paper cuts spoke to me and told me to put this tiny piece of stinky wood on my back.
Do not treat me as your equal,
I am not.
In fact, I'm better than you, but I won't tell you that because you can't handle the truth.
So I'll snicker to myself and others with stinky little crosses.
I know that you admire me when I tell you to shut up, that's what you want.
I know that you admire me when I laugh at your little cross, that's what you want.
I know that you admire me when I ask you to hide so that I can pretend you don't exist, that's what you want.
All the time you're drudging through my request, you're wishing you were me.
You see, we're all headed for the same cliff, and nobody knows what's over the edge... except me.
Knowing something never particularly made it true, but knowing is easy and safe.
The truth of the matter is,
while I'm carrying my stinky little cross, you are carrying a cross that's much heavier.
Your cross is me.
Your cross to carry is me trying to convince you to go become someone else's cross so that they will envy you as you envy me.
You do not exist, only I and He.
Now bend over,
open the book,
apply the lube,
and WORSHIP.
FrozenFire
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
It was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too
And the new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smokey days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies
Another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my day in the sun
If you touch me you'll understand what happiness is
Look a new day has begun
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
It was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again