Mage Era - Immortal

I have all the balls to put you in the title because I have something really mean to say. And I want to do it in your face. With a lot of spit, if possible (use your imagination).

After watching (and I'm too ashamed to even type the name out) Mage Era's video of "Immortal", all I felt was sympathy. I am sorry that you sucked many gay and straight men's unshaven, unwashed balls, like a vacuum cleaner.

It was pathetically boring.

Was the girl supposed to be walking backwards like that? Or was it a sorry alternative to a rewinding scene because your video production team couldn't do shit to save their sorry asses?

Girl walks by, picks up rose, leaves rose, picks it up again, leaves it again, picks it up yet again, leaves it yet again. And the scene plays on. And on. And on. And on. I get tired typing this out. Aren't you tired looping that ONE particular scene like that?

And one major point. WHERE IN FUCK'S SAKE WAS THE JAPANESE ROCK? To top it off, you could have adjusted the volume lower. Or perhaps you were hiding that lame excuse of a voice behind the not-very-enticing musical talents. Everyone was crap. Except the bassist (and I always say this) - the bassist is your saving grace. And the girl. The girl was quite cute.

But apart from that? Fail. Major epic fail maximus. Oxford ought to redefine the meaning of fail.

Go on, have your rebuttals ready. See if I give a shit.

The Eraser Working Wonders

I have deleted you from my life. And you shall stay away from me for good.

Now, is there an alternate universe I can go to? =D

Ten Thousand Miles

Everything you have done, you did them for me. You are thoughtful and that makes you selfish. Should it be this easy to let go? Should it be this easy to decide? I am selfish you see, it's true and block solid. Am I going to let go. For that slightest chance, that slightest prospect.

You and I, we have achieved milestones together. I don't know the weight of those milestones for you, but I know they burden my fatigued shoulders. It's not you, it's me, they say. How difficult can it be? To let go of something you and I have built.

Crashing Halt

16, 20, 23, 27, 3.

I cannot handle it, I cannot play the game, not at this proximity, I cannot hurt myself, or let anyone hurt me, I am pulling myself out of the field.

Something you said resonates inside me. I am that horrible. I think she is your person. You really are the 2-sided storyteller. Salt, pepper and vinegar, all of them spices.

Surely it will sting still. For a longish time. Until I leave, or until you leave.

So it stops now.

Sins of 2010

Hatred for the people who have screwed around with my emotions and the emotions of the people I loved.

Lust for the unexplored and indulgence of such great sins against those who love me most.

Deceptions that lay in the dark while my conscience tries to negate the good things in life that has happened to me.

Taker of life from possibly the most unprepared, unknowing soul and never looking back at my crimes.

Speculation and imagination that I allowed to roam freely in my mind, so much that doubt takes precedence.

Ill intentions for those who have harmed me and the people around me who have had nothing to do with the issue at hand.

Karma, please exact your revenge and clear my accounts today.

The Secret

Last night I did the unthinkable. Last night I committed a sin so grave because I enjoyed it. It's a dirty word, but I still will not sigh. It took my breath away, I sunk my teeth into its flesh. My lips dried and started to split, drizzling blood onto its shell. I licked them clean, the blood - it tastes like metal. And then I hurried away like an illegally inbred child. And all night, I thought to myself what have I done?

Irrevocable Damages

Do you know what I used to think about when I look at you? Do you want to know?

I picture you naked. And I remember your smell. Your small hands, the dainty knuckles. Your baby hairs on the back of your neck, always getting in my way. Your gay knees that wouldn't be straightened. Your eyelashes, so fine but so definitive. That gulp you do, so absolute.

I picture you naked. Defenseless. Simple and untainted. Pristine, even. I picture you naked. And that picture is seared into my mind. I had wanted you back. I still do.

Do you want to know what I think about you when I look at you now?

How much we have changed. And not necessarily for the better. I want to help you find the splinter that you cannot find. And draw you a map out of the puzzle. This Promethean curse you speak of shouldn't matter now. You have paid your due and I mine.

Reach out. Reach out and I will come for you. Until you do, expect that I will try to find MY solace in the ungodly. Just as you.

Wide Open

Watch me or shoot me. I am already broken.

You are bound to your words, they seem like promises unfulfilled.

Well, so am I.