Jump to User:

myOtaku.com: Saint Alchemist


Monday, November 6, 2006


To The Rats...






Comments (0)
« Home

You put a bullet in my head, turned black thoughts to red - this could all end in tragedy...
I dream of your death, lay you down to rest. I won't look back in fond memory!

But time marches on like a soldier. Are you a killer?
I think I know what you are - a thief in the night.
And though it's taken me so very long to figure you out, you're throwing stones.
Your glass castle is falling down on top of your good times, and...
I'm not interested in working this out.

You put a bullet in my head, turned black thoughts to red - this could all end in tragedy...


And that's what you are - a sad, plastic, fucking mess!
Don't come to me with how your tired, used up and just barely "getting by."
Because I would walk on by and not even...
Not even kick you when you're down!
Though you would deserve it, because you are lower than the lowest dog.
But this is the part...where I say goodbye and let the sands of time blow over us.
Say goodbye, and let the sands of time blow over us (you).

You've never had to crawl. You've never had to see what it feels like to be so...
trapped underneath the weight of someone's world. It comes crashing down on me.
I was longing to be free - I put the bullet in you and me...

This is my farewell to you and I...this will all end in tragedy...

----------------------------------------

An appropriate song with fitting meaning. I know you're reading this, so I'm going to let you know that I am entirely done with you. When next you see me, and cast your swifting glances - keep walking past me. Find someone else to carry you and help you struggle with your life - don't you ever come to me again with anything! Don't bother speaking, because I have nothing to say.
Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting