instance for instance no excuses for my malicious existence
keeping distance...
from the homo-sapiens...like aliens to anyone who feels like they hurt sometimes or even love sometimes...
through good times and hard times, but not ALL the times because SOMETIMES the "wonderful" times cease to be, because lovers leave and children disappear without a trace a word or even a glance from face to face...Knapped....to a place where lies are real and people are fake...
faking their way through nobility and self-righteousness...
not caring about consciousness or what's right in the sight of some god or some man or children...
so welcome to a Fake place that's more real than hell and more distant than heaven and a "promise"...somewhere.. over there..one day..when everyone is happy...
but hoping for the best now..then..and later wears a hole in my fucking soul where little drops of my life leak out into a puddle of thick-love-sick-emotion for someone's boot to stomp in and laugh at the mess and embarrass little undressed me
humiliation
is what they feed on...(the aliens)
from a place where the stars blot out the black abyss and hearts grow on trees and no one to please but themselves, but instead..
I'm weak with those inconvenient emotions that separate me into the sub-group of lesser humans