The devil ruined my good time...
I have ruined what some thing is their good time. It's the darkest side of me, it's the part of me that scares the most people. It will scare you too if you ever expiring it. You can feel it creep over you, like I know your deepest darkest secrets. This isn't what spoils your good time, in fact you enjoy that you don't have to explain much to me. I like it though, to see you uncomfortable in front of me, emotionally naked.
So why do I spoil some peoples good time. It's because I show you all your weakness, just by standing in front of you. I remind you of the things you want, which reminds you of the things that can happen when you take the short route to those things. It's funny cause in my opinion I'm just giving you what you want. It's society that gives you the guilt. Some think I dislike drugs...quite the opposite I enjoy watching people lose themselves in the moment. It's too bad that most people use them for every moment. It's a special thing and when it's not given it's proper respect it will take a toll on you.
Some think sex is always on my mind. It isn't but I enjoy it to it's fullest. I enjoy every little bit of it. The chase, the seduction, the unbridled passion between 2 or more people. I enjoy people who are open with themselves. It's why I enjoy strippers so much. So honest, wanting so badly to just be themselves.
Some will say I am angry, no...I'm just frustrated that you can't see what I can see. I want you to look at the world and see it for what it is. Yet you can't. I could help you, but why? Your fragile mind couldn't cope with the loneliness that this knowledge creates. So read, and when you read the lines between reality and reality blur, my reality and your reality.
You realize I ruined your good time, when you lose your own power to control. You realize that the world doesn't revolve around you or me. You realize that manipulation isn't power, it's only a cloak you wear. The cloak is gone and you are stripped of it all down to the core. You see your actions snap back, the layers of bullshit pull back. Your fun wasn't fun at all it was just a fabrication, now that your fabrication is gone your fun is gone. You realize how pathetic you are. You have only one person to blame. Yourself. I didn't ruin your good time, its just that you were running away from your pain so long that now that I am here and you have peered into my reality it has shattered your own protected shell.
You can be miserable, or you can just begin to realize.
less philosophy more description, I feel a break down of society.
So why do I spoil some peoples good time. It's because I show you all your weakness, just by standing in front of you. I remind you of the things you want, which reminds you of the things that can happen when you take the short route to those things. It's funny cause in my opinion I'm just giving you what you want. It's society that gives you the guilt. Some think I dislike drugs...quite the opposite I enjoy watching people lose themselves in the moment. It's too bad that most people use them for every moment. It's a special thing and when it's not given it's proper respect it will take a toll on you.
Some think sex is always on my mind. It isn't but I enjoy it to it's fullest. I enjoy every little bit of it. The chase, the seduction, the unbridled passion between 2 or more people. I enjoy people who are open with themselves. It's why I enjoy strippers so much. So honest, wanting so badly to just be themselves.
Some will say I am angry, no...I'm just frustrated that you can't see what I can see. I want you to look at the world and see it for what it is. Yet you can't. I could help you, but why? Your fragile mind couldn't cope with the loneliness that this knowledge creates. So read, and when you read the lines between reality and reality blur, my reality and your reality.
You realize I ruined your good time, when you lose your own power to control. You realize that the world doesn't revolve around you or me. You realize that manipulation isn't power, it's only a cloak you wear. The cloak is gone and you are stripped of it all down to the core. You see your actions snap back, the layers of bullshit pull back. Your fun wasn't fun at all it was just a fabrication, now that your fabrication is gone your fun is gone. You realize how pathetic you are. You have only one person to blame. Yourself. I didn't ruin your good time, its just that you were running away from your pain so long that now that I am here and you have peered into my reality it has shattered your own protected shell.
You can be miserable, or you can just begin to realize.
less philosophy more description, I feel a break down of society.
2 Comments:
Yeah Devil I must say you defiently wasted my time. Talkin talkin talkin in this stupid blog and going no where. Complaining about shit that only you seem to care bout. Shouldnt you be drinking, visiting some strippers, or practicing on your dart techniques. We all know you need that.
Drinking - Check
Strippers - Double Check
Darts - just wait til finals
I don't really care about much, except alcohol, and naked girls.
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