Kill me if you want to die,
Either way another lie.
My broken heart, my missing spine
All feed me the comp'ny line:
Live or die, it's all the same,
No one wins this cardboard game.
I was a dummy to bridge my soul to yours.
I forgot
There are no partners in the game of hearts.
The only time we come together is to dig graves.
I forgot
There are no winners in the game of life.
There are only tricks and blood red skies,
Seen through eyes of tinted desperation.
Live or die, it's all the same
Have you ever made your mother cry?
Have you ever considered committing
yourself
To waking dreams?
I have.
I have.
I had.
No one wins this cardboard game.
In kindergarten I kissed a boy.
I'm not gay.
In twelfth grade I kissed a girl
I loved ?
Early to birth, early demise
Makes a man who tells no tales.
Have you ever tasted sunrise?
My missing spine
You were all I had to have.
You were all I'd ever need.
You were a lie. A fitting bride.
A prophecy I would not heed.
Feed me
All I ever wanted was to be an alchemist.
All I ever wanted was to change lead to gold.
Fiction to fact.
My El Dorado.
My sunlight's shadow.
Never old and never bold.
Line
Line's go on forever, at Dylan Meggs Incorporated.
No one goes hungry here.
There are no genocides
Or cyanides
Or heartbreak hotels.
Live or die
What were my final words?
You win.
I win.
I forgot
No one wins this cardboard game.
It could have been different. I could have been the man I wished to be. I still can. I can climb down right now, go back, and resolve to change my world. I can create so much joy, with such a simple step. Do I side with sorrow? Am I now a hypocrite, a liar, finally immoral? Am I now all that I should never be? Yes. Life is the procrastination of death. Hope is the procrastination of failure. Now that I have grown a spine, I shall promptly break it. Now that I have lost my heart, I've nothing left to lose.
Better luck next time.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Either way
My New World awaits.
Would that I were God.
Would that I could create divinity.
Are we the First?
The Third?
The Fifth?
The Seventh?
The Divine Intermission?
Nine tries are not so many.
Would that I were God.
Would that I was beautiful.
Kill me
No.
I kill myself.
Another lie
I slipped.
You pulled the trigger.
If you want to die
Take your time.
I'm waiting.
Always waiting.
Always was, always have, always will.
Always waiting
For you.
Wait for an eternity,
Do and see felicity.
But since I could not wait for death,
He kindly came
For me.
