I guess I'm not a nice guy , I didn't finish last
And guess I'm not an Ahole cus I didn't
Finish first eather , what the heck
Am I ? I didn't finish at all Dx I died halve way
There . Am I an extinct being ? No
Wounder I'm extinct !
The single includes 2 exclusive Be My Enemy tracks 'Overdose' and 'Paranoia' as well as remixes by Caustic, Keef Baker while System FX also remix the Be My Enemy song 'Helter Skelter'. Party Monster is off the forthcoming new album 'The Enemy Within' out in May.
So I don't think I've done anything to piss anyone off on VF.
Yet it seems every one of you is ignoring me.
What the fuck did I do to you?
I try and start a friendly chat
No reply at all.
Thankyou all mother fuckers.
Thanks a fucking lot.
Mood: UGH stfu Music: Black Ops 2 zombies back track
I have never loved anyone like Jeremy. The boy who was my first gay lover and my first best friend in the earliest of my teen years. Letting go is the hardest part. When there are people who made a remarkable part in your life, and made things extraordinary for you, it's really hard to try to forget them.
Though the great and terrible things remain, fresh little memories and detail unfold the more you think of it. Well, when I think of it.
The tiny details that leave my skin to prickle in chills, my stomach to churn, my eyes to water, my lips to curve upward into a smile.
Just the little details of Jeremy are replayed over and over...
His cold hands brushing against my cheek to stop my bawling at the park after being freed from the terrible psychiatric hospital.
When he would deny that he loved me multiple times then finally gave in and we were finally happy.
The Avenged Sevenfold hat that he always wore backwards, and the makeup he poorly drew over his eyes.
His piercing laugh when he broke my heart the third time.
His dark wet short hair, dripping past his eyes in the rain as he begged to take me back.
The way we would talk on Myspace, sending IMs, blogs and poetry to each other.
I could still feel the warmness in my heart every time I think about him, still pretending that he's still here with me, watching over me like an angel. Though I know he has been.
I remember when he told me his dad slapped him when he found out he kissed a boy, and Jeremy swore that he would butcher his arm in half and that he didn't want to live anymore.
The way he held me at the skatepark, his arms around me and didn't care about the other boys who yelled and screamed "faggot as they walked by."
His friend Greg was the only one who had a car, and took us everywhere we needed to go to get away from this homophobic world.
Our promise that we would love no one else but each other.
The slang text messages he sent me the night he died, about how he couldn't take his family, their homophobic bullshit, their evil threats. And I tried to get there as quickly as I could yet it was too late. He shot himself dead.
His still, glossy eyes of pure relief, the blood shining across the bathroom floor, the smug on his face, the crumbled note in his hand.
The many days I've stayed still, all throughout the day, wishing that God could take him back. I pretended it was just a nightmare. I pretended I never met him though it made it worse.
Nightmares crawling into my soundless dreams.
Memories stuck like tattoos... I wish they could stop so I can move on.
And that I can be comfortable to love someone else.
But in the back of my mind, I can always hear him whisper, "No."