there are only two possible things you can do,
when the trains are off after the midnight, yes.
go to the hotel or drink. all night. no third version.
on saturday night i thought that hell, i would love
to know how to swap people in a second from
different parts of this city. it could ve been useful.

there are those roles, there are very defined patterns.
there are people who can not keep those roles ever.

i mean, i know. it can be hours of sweet talking, but
when it is going on a pause it makes me so confused.
i mean, i probably give a false image of being righteous.
i am not.

moreover, i am happily commited, chained by oath and such.
the most i can give is to follow through the nights, constantly.
but surely, it can not be any constant by its nature, of course.

it is funny how i am being demanded something i can not give.
i do not like honest people, i love the truly decayed ones. ever.
because they are the only ones who can make your night eternal.
and make you adore them before that night is over.

it is so simple.
but i sometimes end up with the honest people. i am so sorry for.
for what it worth, give me back my raving, cos it is getting tedious.

aw, yesterday bro claimes again (on a wave on the joyful mood)
that he immensely gives me the eternal forgiveness for all my sins.
great. i somehow feel myself, buying indulgences

much more layouts, so to say.