They make me feel weird still, but I'm trying.
I don't want this to end just like that.
The guys are a bunch of asses, I'll give you that.
Yet, I don't know.
Oh man):

MEDIA RES
The art of suddenly beginning somewhere, yet no where.
Oh yeah, it's something you've always used with pride.
Exclaiming with pure glee when they fall for it.
Gullible souls were they not? The people you chose to kill.

TORMENTS & NIGHTMARES
A figment of my imagination perhaps.
Yet, it's not what the doctor ordered, was it?
Senseless claims & redundant promises.
Indeed the door broke open the day you faded.

HYPOCRISY LACED WITH FANTASY
You're my epitome of joy.
Frighteningly enough, you've never cared much for niceties.
Strike when the iron's hot, you taught the concept well.
Pity you could never attend the grad party.

FRADULENT DREAMS
Plaguing the nights with their montrosity.
Hiding deep in the black corner, were you not?
Glassy blackness that could never make the cut.
You were always a sucker for pleasantries.

SCREAMING BALLS OF FIRES
Guarded desires with gates made of steel.
Deities & missionaries never ceased to amaze you.
Created from small, foolish, boy-child fantasies.
Love comes & go, the way you've always done.
Suddenly, goodbye seems infinitely harder.

BUT NEVER IMPOSSIBLE.
11:50 PM
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