Let me tell you,

you lucky bastards

about this boy I know

its not some beautiful happy-go-lucky lore.

It's blood and sweat

It's desire.

And you filthy shitfaced bitches:

none of ya deserve him.

Let me say that now.

Nobody in this world will ever be the best for him

That's a forewarning

because you'll love him.

Every girlie and little lady and

mongrel

will sigh his passing by

Picture him.

Tall

Dark

Mysterious

Listen to him.

witches won't hear a fucking word

you ain't listenin' hard enough

His heart beats in rhythm with his Ibanez

Blood flows in those veins

He breathes so slowly

I won't lie to you whores

I won't taint him with trite appraisals.

Go ahead. Try to impress him with your wit and girlish charm.

He'll listen.

But all that while you ain't even begun to-

begun to run to the start of it,

let alone some kind of finish

or victory

You have to prove you are alive

No cunt has done it

So you'll run for him

You will fall down.

you will be humilitated in front of the masses.

Your stupid hands will slip out to try to catch you

they'll bleed

But then you see his smile,

I know the story too well.

You'll get up and start that running.

Not that he asked,

or he assumes you will.

You'll do it for him

Because you need him to hear your heart pounding.

And you dream

that one day he'll look you in the eyes and pronounce his undying love to you

So maybe,

Maybe if you run long enough he will see

your flushed face,

your determination,

your eyes.

He'll ask you

What are you doing?

With raised eyebrows and half a smile.

But you stupid fuckers won't say a word

because that sound is the most gorgeous sound

you cunts ever heard

It's soft and smooth

deep and full

like a glass of chocolate milk

or a too tall waterfall.

You stand there with that stupid look on your face

catching your breath,

wiping the sweat off your lip.

he'll shy away

what did I say?

and he's gone again

He was so close you fucking idiot.

Why didn't you do something?

Why?

You're so outraged.

You're ashamed and frustrated.

Shut the hell up about it

and run

your forever long race it seems

your unrewarding, self deprivating,

lung-ripping cause.

And dammit don't you dare cry

Don't you let the masses see that you are weak

He's there in the crowd

watching

wondering

Who is that?

Why?

the question echoes in your head

why why tell me why why

This is the point

your senses are slipping girls.

Your head is agonized

and you fall

willingly.

And you sleep

thankfully.

He's there in your dreams

playing for you

singing to you

its something beautiful,

strong and slow.

The words are undeterminable

All you hear is the love in that voice and strum

soft and slow

l.o.n.g.a.n.d.s.l.o.w. . .

then there's a start

You wake to the masses jeering and laughing

they have won their bets, 

and destroyed your dream,

your slightly shimmering

golden slumbers.

GET UP YOU WHORE

Admit DEFEAT!!

they cry

And you scream-

I AIN'T NO WHORE, YOU'RE THE WHORES

his voice is there in your head

you'll never forget his lullabye.

You'll never cry

and you won't give up again.

So the bitch runs again,

panting and screaming

sweating all the questions out of your body

He's there at the turn of the lap

every lap

screaming something-

but you can't make it out

what is it he's saying?

It must be encouragement,

it must be his pride.

So on you trot

And he chases after you for some fifty yards

but no one could catch that idiot now.

He stares after her.

Confused and slightly crushed

He said he loves you.

You. Stupid. Cunt.

But you didn't,

you couldn't just stop for him.

You just assumed.

and followed through on the saying

Dumbass.

So you don't deserve him.

You can't stop

your determination 

this manic running

this obsession

You ain't worthy.

Nobody is

And you're just a fucking cunt.