Inner Thoughts Of Frustration, Sadness & Fantasy
*Gong* All Ye Hail Emperor Superstar! The Emperor Thpeaketh!
Why do I put the world upon my shoulders when I have my own problems to worry about?
Why do I lose control so easily then? Aren't I supposed to be stronger than most because of this?
Why do I lose friends over what I hold dear? Why do people give up on me when I never gave up on them?
Why do I dedicate my life to understanding people when I'm not being understood in return?
Why are people so obsessed with the high-life? Why do they forsake me for it?
Why am I so out of it? Why can't anyone ever understand?
Am I destined for abandonment? What did I do to deserve it?
Sometimes I wish I could disperse into a million pieces just to deal with the pain,
and subsequently disappear from existence.
Slowly, my childhood dreams wither into oblivion as I grow up.
Slowly, I lose myself to dreams.
Slowly, my heart builds a fortress of stone.
Surely, I'll perish.
Swiftly, the thought of it comforts me.
I am the crying statue in the rain that nobody notices.
My soul is dormant.
I observe as the years pass me by.
I travel in time watching the people come and go.
I am forgotten.
The Emperor Hath Thpoken! *Gong*
Why do I put the world upon my shoulders when I have my own problems to worry about?
Why do I lose control so easily then? Aren't I supposed to be stronger than most because of this?
Why do I lose friends over what I hold dear? Why do people give up on me when I never gave up on them?
Why do I dedicate my life to understanding people when I'm not being understood in return?
Why are people so obsessed with the high-life? Why do they forsake me for it?
Why am I so out of it? Why can't anyone ever understand?
Am I destined for abandonment? What did I do to deserve it?
Sometimes I wish I could disperse into a million pieces just to deal with the pain,
and subsequently disappear from existence.
Slowly, my childhood dreams wither into oblivion as I grow up.
Slowly, I lose myself to dreams.
Slowly, my heart builds a fortress of stone.
Surely, I'll perish.
Swiftly, the thought of it comforts me.
I am the crying statue in the rain that nobody notices.
My soul is dormant.
I observe as the years pass me by.
I travel in time watching the people come and go.
I am forgotten.
The Emperor Hath Thpoken! *Gong*
posted by Emperor Superstar at 5:44 pm
21 Comments:
I believe the answer to your questions lies within you.
Huh.
you think you know...
Say not that he has fallen.
Do I know you, Sally?
Yah lah.....
I'm clueless, Sally. Where from?
from the ghetto.....
I think it's Suf.-rolls eyes-
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Oh crap.
it is definitely not me...
DISCLAIMER: I dont mean to offend. There is no purpose to it.
And i dont think i know, or claim that i know i know but i hope to help to know, and hope you know that.
Knowledge is power, but its what you do with that power that makes you superhuman.
and i dont bloody say "yah lah"
Smelly Sally.
Precisely. There is no purpose. I'm not looking for answers, especially not from you. I know that you hope for whatever and you don't mean to offend, but you have to consider the inevitable. I don't hold it against you because it's a simple mistake. Most important of all, the original post has got nothing to do with recent happenings or you. You believe the answers to my questions lie within me. What you believe in is never certainly correct. If you don't already realise that and the fact that the original post is actually an artful expression of my private thoughts, then I don't know how you would do with your knowledge to attain superhuman status.
Case closed! Now... can you reveal yourself please, Sally?
Well, to attain superhuman status, you'll need to have a cape, put on your undies on the outside, wear lycra, have spunky boots, fat on the inside, dumb on the outside, be able to dodge bullets when actually you're getting hit but you don't want anyone to know so you pretend like you're dodging bullets anyway...
Actually, I think anyone'll be a cooler superhuman if you wore your undies on your head. Besides, you'll really attract attention that way. Or maybe don't wear undies at all?
Those who are supposed to know who I am, would or already know who I am.....You know who you are. All other characters here are insignificant to me.
Come and see
I swear by now I'm playing time against my troubles
I'm coming slow but speeding
Do you wish a dance and while I'm in the front
The play on time is won
But the difficulty is coming here
I will go in this way
And find my own way out
I won't tell you to stay
But I'm coming to much more
Me
All at once the ghosts come back
Reeling in you now
What if they came down crushing
Remember when I used to play for all of the loneliness that nobody
notices now
I'm begging slow I'm coming here
Only waiting I wanted to stay
I wanted to play,
I wanted to love you
I'm only this far
And only tomorrow leads my way
I'm coming waltzing back and moving into your head
Please, I wouldn't pass this by
I wouldn't take any more than
What sort of man goes by
I will bring water
Why won't you ever be glad
It melts into wonder
I came in praying for you
Why won't you run
in the rain and play
Let the tears splash all over you
Cool Song.
Ouch, Sally... just 'cos I called you smelly, you didn't have to say that. I meant it as a joke.
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