Nibiru never came close enough to come into play
The Mayan calendar meant something else other than \"the end\"
I cannot pretend that I was not at least slightly afraid
So, I ran amuck
I laid down before strangers
I even tried to dive head-first into love and ended up in the shade of a leafless tree
Free to be alone again
To weep upon my own pillow
To rumble once more with madmen in the dark
Marking my territory with a lifted leg
Like a canine prowling the hillside in search of innocent prey
Using instinct alone to guide me along my way
A primitive beast in the shadows
Howling at the presence of Mother Moon in her full attire
Spitting fire in primordial rage for the injustices being burdened upon myself, and all those I love
A messenger dove carries my whispers
Into atmospheres filled with perspective listeners
Capturing exactly those who fit the roles I need to be filled in order to attain some sordid sense of perfection for some reason that remains unknown
I have never really been alone anytime in my life at all
There have always been eyes all over me and each one of my many tawdry affairs
There have been cameras hidden in the walls of all of my most sacred, hidden lairs
Capturing magnificence in its futile state
In its prime
Time that demands it\'s royalties for certain
I will be paid for all that I have undergone
Time has never existed nor has it any need to press on
To continue
To exist
Behind all of the mist that clings to the atmosphere, humanity thrives
Immortality needs just a wee bit more sustenance for it to be able to live on forever
Eternal
Perfection obtained...
4/20/2013