My throat falls numb from the endless execution of

contempt's song. It fails to follow suit in silence

even now. I can hear every word. Leave this place. If

only you could just be half as hateful if only I could

still take you with a grain of salt I could fake some

respect and hide the pity. For what I once feared is

now somehow down on my level. I never claimed to see

through another's eyes. I could never inflict such

abuse upon myself honestly. Honest in a sense that I'm

willing, but such intensity is dulled with age.

Leaving me some spoiled child. I'll take it in stride,

with every cheep shot landed. I took it without

crying. Now shut the fuck up. I've always sang the

cowards song. I've never claimed to be, anything but.

Like father like son. We'll find an easy way I'll fly

so high, to no longer hear the hisses of hatred

ringing in my head. Selfishly sober in spite of you.

I'll never be the man to which you compare me.

Selfishly sober in spite of them. You boast I'm dead

to you and I in turn agree. I turned a deaf ear on

you, I knew the rest. Sob stories were never my strong

suit. Now just as threatening as I'll let you be. I

keep a short rope, and a shorter fuse. For the one who

love's who? I won't leave this place. So boast I'm

dead to you, with dying breath. I can't hear a thing.

I never could. Fuck your apologies. I've tolerated

your last death threat. I don't condone the likes of

anyone so keep your word and consider me dead...to

you.