Everything was then.
This is now.
She thinks in my heart.
There is nothing but my universe.
And its quite miserable here.
I won't let it come together.
I refuse to reign it in, despite the consequences.
And I love every self-destructing minute of it.
I can't make any sense of it.
I can't bring it togehter.
BECAUSE IT DOESN'T BELONG
THERE IS NOTHING TO PROVE.
THERE IS NOTHING TO LOSE.
ITS JUST SOMETHING I HAVE TO DO.
EVERYTHING
VERYTHINGE
ERYTHINGEV
RYTHINGEVE
YTHINGEVER
THINGEVERY
HINGEVERYT
INGEVERYTH
NGEVERYTHI
GEVERYTHIN
IS NOTHING.
Nothing is something...but only when I mean it to.
There is nothing, there is no one.
I take it all apart.
I keep it all from myself.
Locked secured hidden
And all that's left is the rhetoric of destruction.
Tongue fuck my apathy.
Let me drown in boiling oil.
So long as we all know the score by the end of the day.
So long as its all been taken away.
Disassembled.
Broken.
Trashed.
Replaced.
Fully recyclable.
Environmentally safe.
But hazardous to consume.
Somebody else pick up the mess...
it seems I dropped myself.
Scattered into a million pieces.
No longer making sense.
Just noise and confusion.
JUST THE NOTHING I WAS DESTINED TO BE.
Don't let me fall apart.
Don't let me hurt myself.
Any worse than I already have.
Let me...
... nothing.
