I paid for your confidence, in cash, and now I am stripped with mine, which I paid in death, together, I paid for everything in cash, death, dignity, and you made a fool of me.

My dream is to live in the house of anti-christ, will you come with me?  I will stab myself to death, or I will swallow all the pills because I don't know how to start a fire, or maybe I do.  I will do it when it's convenient for everyone, so you can attend my funeral, I am scared of being lonely, I admit, I do all sorts of stupid moves when I am drunk, I cry no one will attempt to solve my enigma, so what?  Texas, maybe, that will be a good time, fuck all the BxT selfish bitches.  We are all here to make a fortune, and won't it be a fortune if a T cannot analyze its fucking self?  (because my xxxxxand would rather fxxk x xxxxxr) I tried, didn't I?

Confirming.
Confirming what your fears are.  Betrayal, reveal, lies, hurting, stabbing, it hurts most when your most treasured, your deepest fears, your nightmares, comes to life.  Am I scared of ghosts, hidden shadows, thoughts grabbing my throat, sneaking in the dark corners, no, because of love.  Now that there is no true love, when you know love only lasts one hour, or was it thirty minutes, when your dick was in me, what is it beyond that?  What am I frightened of then, my prayers to god, I believe, can you give me strength to move away from the things that hurt me?  To walk this way alone?  I can, please help me stay strong.

I love you, for the rest of my life.

I love you.

The morning dew gives off an enlightenment, almost falling off the tip of the leaves and it hangs, crystal like, shinning, hopeful, then it shakes, and all has fallen.  It was never long lasting.  It was just a moment, of nothingness, of nothing, of not-a-thing.  The end, since it never even occurred.