I am Jonathan, the king of let downs, ruler of all that fails, son to no one, and born of the purest hate. I am the excuse you give for failure, i am the rotting in your heart, i am that regret that holds so fast, nausea builds ups, and is released through the pain gained from hate. i Love, I hate, i fear, i fall, I fail. I am no one, but lost in the oblivion from end to start, i am nothing, but the gum you scrape off the soul of your heart, i am forgotten, as the great man you once knew, I am lost. I am Jonathan, the king of let downs, ruler of all that fails, set on a thrown of nothingness, lost in the eventual, drowning in possibility.
