westid

i’m looking through second sight into the dark. it’s the only thing waiting for us when we’re done here. you can be as ankle deep with the shallow water as you want, the colour for us all in the end is going to be exactly the same

nihilism becomes me. i become the beginning of the end. nothing to lose now, you’ve already taken what little i had from me and let it bonfire all the people who have ever gone out of their way and loved and trusted me

i don’t need their trust to keep on being true to myself. i walk through your precious potemkin village at night while you sleep. waiting for the mass predictable lapse of loyalty. your loyalty is a lounge door on the titanic. you can either hold on and keep yourself afloat while you freeze to death, or paddle your way into the crowds of screaming desperation – dying to save themselves, they will pull you under

your loud leering is all noise and not nearly enough substance – except of course for your wares – in so many ways befitting you … substance for sale. i do not substantiate your services rendered, so you can send me out into the open to make an example of me but all you’re really seeing is the spiteful arrogance and the only one you will ever serve – sans any sentient sentiment – is yourself. serve yourself until inevitably you yourself will so be served

i can’t stop you from your seething because even though you seek to sink me down to your level – i’ve seen nothing but the bottom feeding tactics of the sadistic wanker – jealous of what? that i’ve got something about me and i didn’t need to sell myself to go and buy it. so you saw your opportunity one night to stand over me and somehow fuck things up for me in some self centred sociopathic scene of public humiliation

another day and my world gets a little smaller. there’s somewhere else i’m not in the mood to go, something else i enjoy doing somehow made shit by some stupid bull shit that i neither deserve nor do i need to prove something that someone else was setting out to prove by fucking with me

fine then, so be it. fuck with me. because that’s all that matters, right? another public display of solidarity but your loyalty is as flimsy as the fucking flotsam your soul, your character, your personality is. i feel sorry for your mates and hope to fuck they figure it out before they find out how reliable you are for the wrong sorts of things – and in their detriment your deeds are so doing