Cimmerian

At what point do I wake up and make a snap realization that the world around me is unraveling.

This is no cry for help, it is realization.

And to bury it all under wet molded dirt, and tell it to die.  Make sure it stays down in the depths of hell where it belongs.  There's eccentricities abound that are taking me down and can't be bothered to be found, I fear to be bound.

I half expect some days to wake up and watch the fabric of the universe unravel around me, and that's okay in my book.
S'all I ever needed n wanted, a challenge.  Should I find a travel companion and take off into the unknown, let it be known...I call the dark personality.

Right now I look around and it's the same damn day, man, just sometimes it is light outside, sometimes it is dark.  And I float like a ghost, chained by my moral to do good and right.

I don't want to do good nor right....I want to be your fear.  I want to be that uncertainty that makes you think, question yourself...your logic...everything you ever held in your head...I want it to be questioned.  I want to be the bad guy here and challenge what you might call your morals.  It is tempting, is it not?

There can be good, and there is so much good in the fucking dirt in which we colonize and set up rules and parameters.  Break those rules, destroy what is 'right'.  Kick that god damned wall out from in front of you and start kicking ass.

It is tempting...isn't it...

I want to be everything....and everything it encompasses...everything that is bad for you.

Can you feel the good Lord tugging at your heart strings? he asked from the pulpit

That's not the good lord.  It was me trying to get out.