A Taste of Ink
June 9, 2007, 12:28 pm
Filed under: Emolation

Is it worth it can you even hear me
Standing with your spotlight on me
Not enough to feed the hungry
I’m tired and I felt it for awhile now
In this sea of lonely
The taste of ink is getting old

And its not monsters that I have trouble dealing with. It’s the self-righteous bastards I’m wary of. Now that you have managed to become one. And I finally found myself again. Congratulations. This is what you always wanted.

The world is not as pretty as I wanted it to be. I cannot destroy it and make a better one. It seems as if I have no choice but to bend and break and succumb to what its standards are just to make living a little easier for me. But I refuse. Its not how it works, I know. But is it worth it? Compromising whatever it is that you believe in and becoming what you always fought against?
felt it for aw
I don’t want to become something I definitely know I’m not. True, I am a dreamer. But not too idealistic.

And won’t you think I’m pretty
When I’m standing top the bright lit city
And I’ll take your hand and pick you up
And keep you there so you can see
As long as you’re alive and care
I promise I will take you there
We’ll drink and dance the night away”


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