don't turn back to symphatize, cos you know i won't be brought down by you anytime soon. presently, i'm as happy as a king. fu*king prior to that, you sulk and have your face all screwed up with unclean saliva, making you grow ulcers all over your lips. they tear, and they bleed, and they add to the amount of blood your heart is producing. you bend to smell your caps, but they're all fu*king messed up because of your feebleness. both physically and mentally. you scream to the ends of the earth, as if they can hear you. but the only thing they ever do is have all the shit of the world unite to be piled up on your head, weighing you deep down into the utterly smelly earth. you try to stand up again, and face life with a new kind of perspective, but they only give you more shit as response. you give up suddenly. thinking it is all in vain. your life has been in jeopardy for enough time. you have failed like villians. your only best friend, none other f*cking than disaster. and you step up, feeling just that weeny bit of happiness for once in your entire life because you're taller than everyone else. and then you take off, feeling the speedy gush of wind hitting on your skin. and almost instantaneously, darkness. pitch-black darkness.