All right. I'm always a little afraid of posting stuff, but anyway...here it is.
It's the story of someone who can't love. There are some things I won't give away. I have made myself. I am a creation. I am my creation. I was once theirs. I let them bend me. I let them break me. I let them tape the pieces back together. I let them smash me to bits again. Start the cycle all over again. Back to square one. Back to the beginning. In the beginning, there was darkness. They said "here's the light." Heaven and Earth. Sky and sea. Bird and mammal. Man and woman. Child. Came out wrong. Smash it to bits. Back to the beginning. Start all over. There was darkness. "Here's the light." Heaven and sea and man. Child's all wrong. Get the bat. We'll smash it to pieces. Grab the tape.
Out of the nest. Go on now. No need to prolong the inevitable. We clipped your wings, but we closed the lid to the toilet bowl. Sorry, kid, we only do this for 18 years. Smash and tape and smash. Still not what we wanted, but hey. We lived vicariously. Gave it a shot. A long shot. We're gamblers. Can't win the game if you don't play, see? Lottery's one in a million. We weren't even close. But at least we played. We bought a ticket. Should've bought a condom, but we had reputations to keep. She wore a white dress.
The great disappointment you were. Thought you were Jesus, but we were wrong. You never saved a soul.
I am creation. I am THE creation. I am god.
