sympathy for the demon
[2009-12-03 // 9:42 p.m.]

A woman came to me and speak in an accent I could not understand. She's not local, for sure. I couldnt understand her words, and then I caught the word 'raising' and I saw she was holding some amulet-like things. Like beads, you know? So I deduced she was asking for donations. Fund raising.

I immediately shook my head no, politely smiling her away.

"From your heart maybe?"

I shook my head still. I thought to myself, what heart? I have no heart, I have no sympathy for people. I can empathize and feel what they're feeling, but where actions are concerned, I dont give a damn.

The Guy is not like that. He'd buy anything from a handicapped person coming by. He'd give, even if its very little, money to any donations that was asked of him.

I'm not like that. It's sad really, but even as I say and type that word, I can't feel it.

-unveil me-

Here I stand
Helpless and left for dead
Close your eyes
So many days go by
Easy to find what’s wrong
Harder to find what’s right
I believe in you, I can show you
That I can see right through all your empty lies
I won’t stay long in this world so wrong
Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight
Don't you dare look at him in the eye
As we dance with the devil tonight