xanga, you're becoming too cluttered
too many things.
what i have to say
its used against me in my wake
i come to you in distress
and i write many things.
but what exactly does it mean?
i'm not sure how to respond
i find myself losing it all
stuck in a home
with only you and other lesser things to complain
many out there and yet no one here.
all of us feel alone.
tumbling away
finding some other way
in time we seek companions
companions as the years go by
are harder to find
hard enough to maintain current friends
and yet it's better to be a monster
there's no worry of keeping up good reps
it's just being that sinful self
that none should care
a monster, no one finds to seek
it's all piecing together now, xanga site
all these wonderings and mistakes i have made
here i see the picture
perhaps it shall change as i go on
but i see it now.
my end so entitles
a two face mask
that even i cannot even perceive
who am i?
just a little lost.
like everyone else
but everyone seems to know who they are
everyone can find their way
they speak of it
and i must say
that i am alone.
i speak it as if i'm proud
perhaps i am
easier to be alone
am i a coward then?
do i live a lie?
i cannot control who i am
much less do anything
everyone's moving away
i'm sorry to say
that i'm just sitting here
wasting away
now i'm a good monster
watching everything decay
and staying put
waiting for someone else to save the day
at last, i'm a monster.
a good monster.
"And we are bored of all the things we know
And we are forms of everything we love, we love.
If good won't show it's ugly face,
Evil won't you take your place
Nothing ever changes,
Nothing ever changes...
By itself."
- "good monsters" : jars of clay
