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Leaving a trail of destruction wherever I go,

Forever destroying every person I touch.



The Midas touch,

Yet instead of gold,

Everything turns to dust.



Everything dies in my wake,

Built it up so quickly,

To tear it down seconds later,

With only a smile upon my face.



Conflicting are my thoughts,

Knowing that inevitably I’ll be one to destroy,

Anything I hold dear.

If history is any teacher,

Then you should know better.



All I want is the one thing I’ll never let myself feel.

And all I do is chase it down,

And tear it apart,

And walk away without a scar upon my heart.



Yet the ruins lay behind me,

The hurt and the pain I caused.



Here I am smiling once more.

Looking for the next target.

The next adventure.



Thinking that maybe this is the one,

The one to be different.



That he might be the one I’ve searched for so long.

That he is the person that fits,

The missing piece.



I don't know.

I never do.



It always seems right,

Until it goes wrong.



I'll be the one to do it.

Rip them limb for limb,

Laughing as the blood runs through my hands.



Escaping into the night,

As they arrive to find what’s left.



One step ahead,

Always looking back.

The lies they will come,

Knock me down,

And the past will surround me.



And while I thought I escaped it all,

All the pain of the past,

All the torment inside.



It was there all along,

Hidden from view,

Hidden from myself.



But I know it’s here,

Deep down inside.

I'm the same person I was,

Four years has changed nothing at all.



And I may have said it best so long ago,

That I’m looking for the one person who gets me,

The one person who understands me,

The one person who accepts me for everything I’ve done wrong.



I'll always be looking it seems,

For someone that understands why I write what I write,

Say what I say,

And act how I act.



They all think they understand it,

But fail to realize the truth until it’s too late.

That I’m a whirlwind of disaster.



That as much as I dream,

I know that he will never exist.

Because I’ve convinced myself my dream is impossible to find.



That the one man that I need

The type of person I dream about each night,

Is just a dream that disappears with the morning light?



And so here I am once more,

Pen in hand,

And the paper on the desk.



Writing the words that no one will ever see,

Because I must search once more.

For the one man I’ve been looking for.