locked in syndrome i'm locked up inside myself
muzzled by life, like a disobedient dog.
you say it's harsh, and it is, but
it's the only way i can learn
[the only way i can learn to be your obedient dog]
silence myself in the harshest
[yes sir, no sir]
no speaking unless spoken to.
i belong to you. i am your dog.
i am below you
whether you want me to be or
not. i have to be
or else my mind will
rip me apart for
at the wrong time.
[I should've went to military school.]
i fail to see the godliness in the skies
there's stars and cosmos, supernovas and
your entrapment allures me.
i was never a soldier,
nor a warrior.
i was a dreamer with
and nowhere to go.
heimdall, forgive me.
the bifrost will be my final resting place.
valhalla is not a place i belong.
who, what, when, where, why, and how.what entitles you to define what a "man" is?
who do you think you are, you arrogant bastard?
when will it occur to you that i hate you?
where did you learn to love? a whorehouse?
why do you call yourself a man, when really you're a child?
how did i ever love you?
untitledi've become a very soft spoken person since you left.
I told you that I would always be here for you, no matter what.
i know. i lost a dear friend recently and i...i just don't know what to do anymore. last night i stared at the sky, asking whatever deity is up there for a sign of my existence. and what did i get? a best friend crushed to death in a car accident. what does that say about me?
It says you have purpose.
it says that i was put here for the purpose of misery.
No you weren't, God alwa-
how do you know if there's a God? have you seen him? have you spoken to him personally? no one knows what's up there, it could damn well be just stars and galaxies. and nothing more.
sorry for cutting you off. i couldn't talk to the person that broke my heart recently about another heartbreaking event. it would've been an infinite loop of misery, and i would have pulled the trigger.
You held a gun to your head?
CleverbotxPrussia XDUser: Hi!
Cleverbot: What up.
User: Not much, have you seen Canada around?
User: WELL THEN WHERE THE HELL IS HE?!
Cleverbot: In mexico.
User: Uhm, don't you think America would have interfered in that?
User: Oh come on, America is ALWAYS in someone else's business!
Cleverbot: I am always in mind unless in space.
User: Greece... Are you ok? You're not thinking about becoming a cat again are you?
Cleverbot: Yup, you are awesome, thats why.
User: I know I am, I'M PRUSSIA!
Cleverbot: No. You're handsome. Like Glenn Close.
User: Damn right, I'm Prussia! I'll invade your vital regions!
Cleverbot: That would be nice.
User: Oh... Well then. LET IT BE DONE!
Posttraumatic Romantic"So, you know how to make napalm?" he says laughing,
smiling his general's smile while
capturing the last of the
killjoys clinging to my heartstrings.
Everyone saw him as
the grunge kid from the mill or
the decrepit soldier.
But he's much more than syllables could define.
He's the insanely dark haired
posttraumatic romantic with a
passion for the unruly and
Expressionism floods his capillaries and
realism shreds his larynx.
He is made of charcoal and gunpowder, but
his eyes disprove my findings.
All he wants is to be her one.