Little Locust

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Song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2jGZJxnJk-4

Life is but a dream to the dead, and yet, our behaviour is the shameful elicit proof of their nightmares. Love and hate, what an eccentric combination, the shivers of joy follow the same pathway as the shivers of horror; up and down my spine. The fear walks down the road of pleasures, and I cannot deny myself such temptation once devotion met with loyalty and all there is left of the real man is instincts.

All rational thought is caged up, my arrested development, bound together by the shackles of emotion I am. I am, a prisoner, and a deserving one. I am here because I led myself this way. Oh, my, oh, my, lustful crimes have evolved into Platonic love.

You were my pimp, I was your whore. A connection to be deplored. I needed this, I needed the love. I never thought your silence would be my trial. Thus here I stand, in temporary defeat, but I will adapt and comply with my new collective. Just wait and see, just give me time. You never know tomorrow as neither do I.



In the name of happenings from the past, I dedicate this to two persons; you know who you are…