The Rex sits upon his lofty chair.

Fixed gazes upon fixed gazes reflecting the life too scared to live.

His anger it spews forth from every orifice at random.

Each battle less and less sane, and most definatly sad.

I am trapped, and now is she.

I cannot escape these people.

I cannot get away, and I want it over so bad.

From one gorilla to the next,

From one cruel mind, to another.

I saw it coming and now there’s nothing I can do.

Fear, yes.

Anger, most definitely.

Friend is a state of mind, and no one is thinking right now.

Only self, there is no you, there is only me.

And in the end, there will be only you.

As everyone who cared about you, has been swept aside.

For selfish, ignorant, wants.

For something as fleeting as money, and stuff.

I’ve lived this once.

I will not live it again.

I’m through with the self-destructive bull-shit.

I’m not getting drug down to this level.

You learn your lesson, you pay the price, you move on.

The Alpha Male is the one who pulls the strings

The Alpha Male does not play fair

The Alpha Male is a hole that will not be filled

The Alpha Male dies alone.

I WILL NOT be the Alpha Male.