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And though I were surrounded. The room- full of people, I was sure. Talking, laughing, enjoying eachother. The sun outside had not yet shone, still basking in the glory of the moon. Oh what delight! Oh what serenade! Oh what a time to be alive! I have all of these lovely things, and the looks of admiration about.
In the stillness I realize. Here I am but alone. Here I am but it is day. Here I am but these walls shall me my condolence. Here I am with nothing but the demons I have welcomed in. They will play with me until I loose it all. They keep me comapny. Feed me bread when I'm almost dead, alone on the linoleum I lie. It's all my fault and what have I done. It's all my fault and look what I did. Leave you angry beasts! Stop telling me to stand! Stop telling me to walk! It is not OK. You are not OK. You must abandon me, you must go. And they turn around, and they leave. But the D and the G stay behind and lick my wounds once again with their sandpaper tongues and vinegar saliva.
And god forbid, for a moment, someone were to look outside of themselves. "Why are you doing this to US. How could you be such a self indulgent cow? How could you be so arrogant as to forget me, in all my needs and desires in this world?" Well this one is for all of you- all of you that I forgot about when I was being seduced into the black hole of death by my devil himself. This is not an apology for I owe nobody nothing. This is a proclamation- that YOU have been selfish. That YOU have been blind. That YOU have been arrogant cows to question my actions against your well being and 'your god' and refusing to see that I may be something other then the brick fortress you need me to be for christ. This is a proclamation that I, will not, ever again, be your saviour. For your requirements are too mighty. And your advice leaves your mouth on strings of self gratitude and deceit. You can take your holie ideals to a man who does not exist, complain to him about my iniquities, and watch as he buckets his wrath upon me. I will take his punishments before your sly words of filth. Your condescending impositions. Your demeaning stories of shame.
Yours are sly words of worthless filth.
Who condemns the condemners.
Let him come forth and distribute the bounty.