Poisoned Apple

Every step is taken on the wrong side. I keep believing that I'm part of something that I am not. I awake but I'm too nervous. The more you believe, the less I feel able to carry out these tasks. These ideas of love I'll never understand. The law of the land and everything inbetween. There always has to be something in your scene. I fell out of love and it's futile repetition. It's always the same. I know you won't agree because you'll always want new meat no matter where it's been.

The more I be honest with everyone, the more there comes rejection. Nobody wants honesty because then there's no sense of fun. There's no great challenge. Everything is destroyed and with that so is reality. I sometimes regret these decisions but with such precision, I like how all that was ever wanted is rejected. Give them an apple and they'll run a mile. I don't care if you need scientific evidence to see if the apple is poisoned - you'd only know if you'd take a bite.

Is it really just what we're here for. To run around. Sit and eat. Fuck and love. Is it really worth dying for? List my conquests. Travel the world to realise that no one ever feels the same way. Every disease ridden soul deserves another chance. But it's not so easy to wipe the slate clean. There's no harm but it still burns. Just to pass the time. Making ways to pass the time. Creating ways to pass the time. It's all you can do.

And you? What do you wish for? What's your desire? You like to be amazed. You like to be entertained. Do you question their sanity? Do you have a check list of what is your ideal primate? Do you keep the scores ticking over? Calculating every pro and con. Does it really matter that your ideas of perfection are futile. If perfection were so then we should clone each other but change their sex. Now that really would be unbearable.