so you pretend to be real, pretend to be her and you pretend to love him, have you stopped pretending when you are alone, at best in the dark, when all eyes are closed, is your heart humming a sercet tune for the one.... if you found him....... would you know it..... do you understand, i'm merely a figment in your imagination... a world of phases, a poet of sorts and when you see my name in highlights or the stars in the skies, will then you wished you hadnt hurt me so......... i was destined for great words, it's in my heart, i was destined for the saddest of fates, it's the route every poet must take, but for once, can i not be destined for the swiral downward, for every beginning, there must be a middle, and an end, for every sad soul, lost in time, there must be a abused victim, and a killer....... i admit, i'm your prey, you feed on me, the blood, so sweet and good, but i'm not pure, i am not a innocent by-stander, no longer, my words can torture you, and my eyes can take you........ my fist may be a fright or a laugh...... but nothing compare to this knife, or these words...... so i'll tell you now........ i'm done pretending, done with these games, and i'll ask you if i am able to fade from your existance....... but before i'm gone, before i move on....just remember you had your chance, you had a chance of a lifetime to rise with me, on my flight to fame,flight to riches....... you had a chance of a lifetime, the wonderful and beautiful diastar( they'll call my life) of my world....... your children will read about me in school and your grandchildren also..... they'll consider me a legend on my dying day,( the best arent remember until their dead). but you my friend will have no tears of remorse, just compassion and lost.... although you feed on my words, i'm the poison in your veins..... i'm killing you with this hidious smile, and grand words, i'm showing you the world, twisted and warped, i'll take you and rip you to pieces, i'll lean into you and teach you things your soul could never grasps, i am the one, the one thats killing you as you are killing me........we've come full-circle, this will never end, my legend will live, my writings will create and i will be remember for the simplist of things.......... my love....... my friend.... and now my reader............. SEPT. 10, 2006
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