I Am The Night
Darkest night in a while

You say that i’m sweet, you coo your words in your innocent yet seductive voice.
But how swift does all my happiness retreat, when I hear you still can’t make your choice.

You’ve spoken of this with the NC, you’ve been given the advice of the Saint Batman: Is this indecisive girl- not woman, no (you are not comfortable calling her a woman because of her incisiveness)- is obviously not the one for you. Because if she were, her decision would be swift. There would be no doubt her that you are the one for her.

However, how easy it is to dismiss a single gem when one rests on piles of treasure.
How easy must it be for the saint to say “Oh, you don’t need that one. Trust me!” and then instruct you to throw away your first true gem. 

Althouhg I accpet her indicision as a character flaw, I cannot for the life of me see why she’s having such a goddamned difficult time choosing!

My rival is a grungy, immature, lewd, wigger vagrant.

I shouldn’t dismiss people, but I don’t Give A Damn anymore.

Fuck that guy, ok?

Fuck him.

I regret the day i extended to shake his hand, better would it have been if i had denoucned how shady I felt he was. For no other intuition ive felt about him has been proven wrong:
- a threat
- a vagrant
- a secret
- bad news/shady 

Jesus Christ!

WTF is wrong with this chick that she can’t see how inferior this vagrant is to me?
Or rather, WTF is wrong with me that this chick can’t choose between me and a vagrant.

Seriously, i feel like i’m taking crazy pills! 

I said that I wanted to try to endure her worst to see if I was worthy of her at her best

Well, you’d better get enduring buddy boy! Cause being so indecicive that you know damn well that something critical would have to happen in order for you to make your deccision is a SERIOUS FUCKING CHARACTER FLAW.

Is this girl even worth it? Are you fucking kidding me right now me?

Really, universe? really?
You finally let me meet a girl that is beautiful, interesting, intelligent… basically Art-major wonder woman, and she can’t make the goddamned decision between savage-gentleman and sewer-rat.

 Honest to god, this shit better start improving soon or I will be tormented for many nights to come.

On the Transmigration of the Night

My partner is Day.

I am the Night.

My partner stands in the sun and looks into the dusk.

That why he screams “My God, it’s full of stars!”

I stand under the moon, I see the dawn and I roar “Love is not consolation. It is light. ”

Me and he, we are the same. Me and he, we are the light and dark.