This is part one of the piggies, All for none, yeah, none for all. The dream is dead. Who killed it? None, yet all. That shit.
Who couldn’t possibly love Type O Negative?
Surely, not this guy, right? This isn’t an Anna post… no, so much worse.
You see, not being able to sleep when being on-call, what a fucking problem for this guy. I’d rather not give two fucks about it and go to bed like any other normal human.
But I’m not like all the others in the horde. I’ve got a rap sheet of sleep problems ten miles high and 10 miles wide. I don’t need love. Hey, Annie, stay out of my dreams.
This isn’t about that gal, but she’s a part of it for sure. I don’t want to feel anything. I imbibe to make it stop. But it doesn’t. It never stops. It keeps crushing me, my soul.
Day after day, after day after day, a punch in the junk over and over and over and… It never stops. It never will. None of this, none of it matters when you know your station.
The station of being a, well, me. I know who I am, what I am, what I bring to the table, and that which taketh away. I give and take. I can bring doom, for I am this guy.
I’m not saying that’s a good thing. A Capricorn with the issues I am, albeit… But then there’s her. She whom is her. The one to bring balance, to bring positivity.
She’ll never know it. Not vapid in the least, yet not aware of each other’s role in this festival of life and doom. Probably more doom knowing this guy. But yet… yet I wish for something more.
I want More. Yes, More. Lots and lots and lots. I want her, she who is her, the one to allow me to step back and take a deep breath.
The one who knows the outcome and can embrace it, to bring the light to the darkness around me. Slowly consuming me, destroying my soul and me in the process. That gap?
There is no light, just ever-increasing darkness. And the ever-consuming darkness that brings the nothingness of life.
I fear that it is something that I can see, and it is so close that I can grab ahold of it. But when I reach out, I realize it is much too far away, and I can’t possibly bridge that gap.
I can never get there. Not without her. And I’m afraid that all has been lost.
Yeah, ten miles Annie, this isn’t the time. Please, I want to reach out and touch her, bringing her back to me. She feels it, I am aware. But the push and pull of this guy.
And don’t get me wrong, she’s so much more than that. But she doesn’t fully realize it yet. A wise person once said:
I could only hope that you knew just how special you are, your sheer potential, the amount of power you hold, and how some would try to manifest that for their own gain without knowing just how strong your character is.
That’s how deep my thoughts go, my thoughts of your personage, your power. You don’t have to be a part of that soul-crushing machine. You can open your eyes and realize there is.. is…
There is a hand outstretched for you to help them up. To be that person who is who they say they are, who I believe they are. Or not.
You can be part of the blackness that consumes this guy, the dar… Annie… annnnnnnniiiii
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Champagne glass of blood and wine
On chocolate hearts alone I dine
Candles weeping waxing tears
Ten for roses each one a year – disappearArrows fester in my heart
Each memory another dart
Love and death both colored red
Showing my past, the dream is deadAnother lonely Valentine’s Day
I can’t believe that things turned out this way
And though I hate to see you go
I know it must be so
Another lonely Valentine’s DayNobody will break your fall
All for none, yeah, none for all
Nothing’s so cruel as the truth
Join the Festival of FoolsNobody will break your fall
All for one, yeah, none for all
Nothing’s so cruel as the truth
Join the festival, my foolsAnother lonely Valentine’s Day
I can’t believe things turned out this way
And though I hate to see you go
I know it must be so
Another lonely Valentine’s DayThe dream is dead
