"Quit your complaining."
"Life's not fair."
"Suck it up."
Ever hear these things? I grew up with the first one, and a bit of the second, in the literal sense. The third was always been there too, but less directly. As an adolescent I was even offered an incentives program for not complaining. If I managed not to complain for a certain amount of time, I got a prize.
Fast forward to twenty years old. I had a job I hated, a personal life spiralling towards breakdown, and... hey look, I'm complaining! Or am I? At the job, of course everyone complained in some way, we all hated it. What I didn't say, however, were things like, "My back hurts s
vampire
dancing on the devil's night
redefining what is right
howling at the desert moon
intertwining, haunting tune
never let the darkness go
hunting victims to and fro
fading with the rising sun
waking now, the dreams are done
Love
I'd tell you I love you
but I'm too afraid to say
the words that could send
everything falling away
scared that the same things
will happen again
it's always been that way
whether women or men
I like what we have
so friends we will stay
perhaps courage will find me
some other day
if you feel the same
but can't say it as well
at least as good friends
we'll forge life out of hell
somewhere deep down
I wonder what could be
if you turned around and said
that you love me