Dead branches of selfishness.
Oil of secrecy.
Rope and twine of the finest shame.
Bound am I by the trappings of jaded society.
When I was patient, nothing came. Do I not deserve pleasure - even a morsel of what I percieve others to have in their finest kodak moments?
Perhaps I do not, for it has been so long... and I no longer know what is right. I no longer know what I am, or who I wanted to be.
So bring now the fire, so that I do not have to see her cry.