Dear you..
After listening to the story, I felt like to give my middle finger right on your face - but i couldn't. So my heart keep throwing all bad words for you. You are a black feather on a white dove, a shadow in a valleys sun, a tarnished stain on the walls. Do you think you are good enough? Oh, you should see your own disgust!
The chaos you bring under your tarnished feathers of doom is that which brings my body to its knees. You are the destroyer of goodness - you are the machine which destroys goodness. You are the poison in the well; you are the vile transformation I have become - a mirror for hate and despair. And yet, you are still the person I have to give my respect with, my bond in my career and my official life. Does this not make sense? Do you see the irony in this dualistic connection? Of course! Everything is coming together now, as the puzzle pieces snap on so gently into one another.
Will you do me a favor? I beg you, bury your disgrace in a mountain, so that I may rise over the ocean.
me.
After listening to the story, I felt like to give my middle finger right on your face - but i couldn't. So my heart keep throwing all bad words for you. You are a black feather on a white dove, a shadow in a valleys sun, a tarnished stain on the walls. Do you think you are good enough? Oh, you should see your own disgust!
The chaos you bring under your tarnished feathers of doom is that which brings my body to its knees. You are the destroyer of goodness - you are the machine which destroys goodness. You are the poison in the well; you are the vile transformation I have become - a mirror for hate and despair. And yet, you are still the person I have to give my respect with, my bond in my career and my official life. Does this not make sense? Do you see the irony in this dualistic connection? Of course! Everything is coming together now, as the puzzle pieces snap on so gently into one another.
Will you do me a favor? I beg you, bury your disgrace in a mountain, so that I may rise over the ocean.
me.