If every vampire who said he was at the Crucifixion was actually there, it would have been like Woodstock.
I scare myself. I was so free at will
And now all I want is golden cage.
A champion in letting go skill,
I'm seeking your attention, stage by stage.

I ask myself, what if I lost my pride,
To throw my life to other, like a slave,
Or maybe I became a reckless child
Who's rushing headlong strictly to the grave?

...As if there's child who wants itself to die!
The answer's here for my precious Mind:
A life without choices is a lie,
You're deadborn if your fate is determined.

As for the pride, then I can only tell:
Respecting me, respect my choice as well.

@темы: Poems, william the bloody