The world is a swirling mess, An infection of emotions, Upon the rose garden of freedom. There is no safe place now, The infection has spread, And soon it will reach your cold uncertain heart, And feast.

If you live the lie, is it not the same as living the dream?

It’s him you want, not me. He is light, he is yours. He is everything you wanted. And me? I used to be what you wanted, but not anymore

Thankyou for coming to my funeral. I’m sure you’re wondering who I am. And the short answer is; I am you. I am your longing, your lust, your loathing, hate and anger. I am sadness. I am everything you love and hate in this world. There’s no escaping me...