At Least They're Committed

I mean, it wasn’t really, of course. At least by the time I got home. There is no such thing as good in my world nowadays and reality keeps creeping in, but that’s fine. What was it Khalil Gibran said? Something about a fire and a jar and being prettier after being sent into the furnace. I think the exploding crystals are just about done now, thank you. Can all this stop? Today’s last grasp, the straw I’m clinging to, was hearing the new Eminem and Rihanna song (The Monster) twice, twice in three hours! A sign maybe? A sign? Must be, right?

I’m friends with the monster that’s under my bed.

Get along with the voices inside of my  head.

You’re trying to save me; stop holding your breath.

You think I’m crazy (you think I’m crazy).

Well that’s not fair!

It’s not that I can identify with this now, it’s that I always could.