He is the lamb, she is the slaughter

why?

I thought about a burning fire. I thought about a loving fire.

I'm sure this isn't the first, nor will it be the last time I post this. It just was screaming to me to be posted again tonight.

BURN YOUR GODS TO THE GROUND

Your eyes bring me to me knees
YOUR EYES! YOUR EYES!
Asking more of me
I give my heart
Your lips drip with honey
I can't resist a taste
Your path leads to the grave
And I follow you
Your path leads to my death
And I follow you
Your path leads to the grave
And I follow you to my death

I'll follow you down
If you give what I desire

What makes a man a man?
Like a sheep lead to the slaughter
What makes a man a man?
Butchered without a word
What makes a man a man?
Father what have I done?
What makes a man a man?
I AM NOT A MAN

This is the last time I swear
DON'T BELIEVE MY LIES!

LORD, TAKE THIS LUST FROM ME!!!

Take this list from me!
Burn your gods to the ground
Take this lust from me!

You can think of me when you forget your seatbelt, and again when your head goes through the windshield

I'm ok with the fact that nobody reads this. In fact I'd prefer it that way. It is my experience that anytime you share your thoughts and feelings, especially in a public forum such as a blog, people tend to twist what you say and take it out of context. The only way to avoid this isto carefully wordsmith every sentence so that it can in no way be turned against you. But even then there are always the people who still try. Honestly, this wordsmithing approach is not worth the effort. Thus, I have concluded that an unviewed blog is in my best interest.

Only one question remains... Why did I bother to spell that all out if no one will see it?
Why even ask the above question?
Introspection is my speciality.

S.D.G.