Right on the edge of some sort of success
About to clear myself of having idle hands
Something hidden loves to stand in my way just to make me feel less of myself
Something makes me see that I must wipe it out right where it stands
The skies above me are not even grey anymore
They all sit around saying this or talking about that
I have swallowed them all and shat them out already
They don\'t even know who they are, yet they think that they are the shit
I forfeit their rights to stand as witnesses against me or anyone I know, for that matter
I am falling
Falling
Falling
Into tranquility again
They are screaming \"Look out below! \"
Fucking haters
Traitors
Investigators
Talking on their I-Phone\'s while filing their nasty toenails
The perpetrators of forgotten dreams
Mine, to be exact
I have come out of all their plots
Their snares
Their vicious little schemes
Intact
Carrying with me the scent of a hybrid white and magenta rose
They pretend to inhale my essence but I see them turning up their pig noses in hatred that they don\'t even slightly regret
They act as if I have some debt with them that I have left unpaid
I bask in their forgotten sunlight while they try to take away my shade
I always clean house, they have to hire a maid
All of their games have already been played
Morbid moments of reverse deja vu
As if they could ever re-write my blueprint
They don\'t even realize that they have one of their own
All of the bones they think they have to pick with me, I have already buried long ago
All of this madness just because, in all actuality, they are dying to get to know me
Days late and diamonds short...
9/23/2012