Rising

The problem is, you're starting to turn against those who were by your side at the start.
And you said that all we wanted was peace, we need peace, that's a fact. But we crave war, we have an utmost need to destroy things and there is absolutely nothing you can destroy. Remember, when you arms get uneasy and you feel like doing something but there's just nothing to do. That voice in your head speaking eternally, bad words and hatred, breaking things, crushing people.
The problem is, forget the problem, we have a situation here. We had a wish to enter a state of misery, for some reason, self-pity or just the need of someone willing to care about us. Now it's real, we achieved the state, but it's not as nice as you thought it would be.
Because we are alone now.
And your head is going fucking bonkers as days go by.
Fuckin' fuckin' hell.
All those bodies swinging, and parts swinging, and blood painting.
And the dreams.
And the ''can I have a hug?'' stupidity.
And all the past stupidity.
WE NEVER FORGET.
I'd break this stupid keyboard. But we don't break anything, never. Because it's bad.
And it's very good to remain this way.
So yeah I admit I need someone. NOW WHAT SMART ASS?!
Oh really really.


Helz. Stop.

Why we hate weekends

Come, we have to sleep.
I don't want to.
Aww... but we have to, pretty please?
Okay...


More than one is always one, for one is absolute in being itself and no other can truly make it be more than what it is.