Usually, people open gifts at Christmas. But, what happens if the reverse were true?
darkness is my guide
takes me down my path
there is no light ahead
only in the idealist head
i find what is to be found
pain and nothingness
false dreams
false hopes
damn them all
make your dreams
the illusions are better
reality is for fools
confined to a set of rules
made by the minority
for the majority
the pain from being alone is my friend,
that pain is what i live for now…
everything that has been lost,
eats away at me…
creates a pit that gets deeper and deeper…
i live in that pit and the deeper it gets,
the more at home i feel there…
