decay

you're stuck in your place. you refuse to budge. you like your disintegration. why can't you grow up like everyone else? because you don't want it. you love the sympathy. the hate. the renunciation. the spite. you have always loved the fame didn't you?

you hated yourself in the first place. i have always knew that. i was loathing myself too. you could never deny it to me.

we we're always looking for alibis. you blame your sorry lovelife. i put the blame on my pathetic decisions. truth is, we are both needy and self centered. and we could never admit it. what a shame.

you tell me you we're shedding off all of your disillusions and fantasies. that is a big fucking lie. you're still stuck in your sorry little concepts of happy endings and dungeons turning into castles. mybe i suddenly lost grip of what is really happening. but i could always trace back to where i we both had started. don't you ever claim i don't know what is happening.

i have seen it when you are not listening. i have hated your stubborness. but it is the same reason i got stuck with you. now i am watching how we were fading away form each other.it's all contemporary. how we suddenly grow old and wary of the world, the present and the here. or maybe i was the only one who was feeling it. and you continue eating on the same bullshit.

go on. if it makes your day.