I was pushed to my very limits tonight, overwrought with emotions that very nearly drove me out of control. Funny because I am normally a dour and stolid person. I swear I could not feel my feet standing on the cold hard tiles, right next to the window grills. Just one more push, one more ... Seething with unbridled violence that could have easily knocked anybody out flat. Beyond recognition - me; the unrestrained hullabaloo that were ejaculated from my mouth (I was very harsh with my impugnation), and the hysterical violence that possessed me. Appalled at my behaviour qua raving maniac, to finally conquer my doppel-ganger was an evidence of thaumaturgy, for my equipoise was badly, badly shaken.
So what I need now is a bucolic experience, and to do away with the urban implications of too many cares and worries and burdens, and the list goes on.
This myriad of perplexity, dilemma and disputes has gotten me to throw in the white flag. That's right. I give up.

-->Sheryl - Beautyl of Decay<--

I'm just a worthless liar,
I'm just an imbecile.
I'll only complicate you,
Trust in me and fall as well.

Leave me be what I am, cut it deep make me bleed
One drop.
Make it so that I be numb, spare no mercy on me
One day.
Leave me be, it's the beauty of decay
Leave me be, it's the beauty of decay.

So unliving like the darkness,
So flawed like the perfect destiny.
I'll find a centre in you,
I'll chew it up and leave, trust me.

Leave me be what I am, cut it deep make me bleed
One drop.
Make it so that I be numb, spare no mercy on me
One day.
Leave me be, it's the beauty of decay
Leave me be, it's the beauty of decay.

I am isolated, I am defeated, once more
I am isolated, I am defeated, once more
Leave me be what I am
Cut it deep, make me bleed ...

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