[Worn and torn but...]
I just don't get it, so forgive me for my youth seems to blind me. So I'm too young to understand, yet I am too old to be kid. A young adult that still doesn't get the point of beating someone when they are hurt. More or less hurting some one in general, to a point when they are screaming in pain.
What got me on this rant? Hearing the threat and possibly the promise made by [censored] to smash [censored]'s head open to the 'white meat'. You'll have to pardon me if I don't get the thrill or joy of smashing heads or beating another human being to 'orange juice pulp' or 'mashed potatoes'.
Once upon a time one fought for self defense not to fight for the thrill and the feeling of blood pumping though each vein. Senses rise on other occasions, not just in the 'heat of battle', not even at the 'beginning of war'. Perhaps I am saying these things because I prefer to live until I'm twenty-one in one piece. I would like to go though life with less scars than an army hero or a person who lived though a fire.
Yes I am young. And yes I do not understand the meaning of life amongst other things. Still if this is some 'new trend' then leave me to the outcasts. I will fend for myself easily. Then again, I don't understand so forgive me.
[Never broken.]
 Tattered W!ngs · Sat Jun 24, 2006 @ 05:00am · 0 Comments |
