dmanley

Why are you hiding behind stone eyes? I see reflected wraiths wrapped around crosses...are you promising salvation? You're idealizing again -- the grass is no greener on Golgatha, you only think it is. Step out of the shadow cast by thunderheads and look about the world shone down upon by clear skies...can you even do that? I don't think you can, you lack the imagination. Razors falling on wrists, needles in eyes, etc. etc. etc., there is nothing suprising in your text. Where's the twist, you mindless fuck? You offer nothing new. You. Offer. Nothing.

Your dreams are spilling into my reality, you're fucking up again. Keep that shit bottled up, keep it chained, keep it padlocked, keep it in the fucking shadows. Your dreams are a slathering beast, a hulking mammoth, a twisted half-aborted demon fetus, dripping on my shoes. Welcome to the real world, take a look around. Promises mean nothing here, aspirations mean nothing. There is only the place where you stand and the path that leads to death. There are millions like you, each on their own path. There is nothing about you that is special, there is nothing about you that makes your life any less miserable. We are all shaded by the trees, catching glimpses of sky, glimpses only. Just enough sky that we long for it, just enough that we desire.

Maybe the grass is greener on Golgatha, I don't know, I've never been. I lack the courage to explore, to discover. I stand here on my path and I do not stray and I look out from behind these stone-fucking-eyes, safe and comfortable and...

idealizing.