Glee.
Look outside.
do you see the sunshine? The sky looking like LSD?
The blooming flowers? The trees made of marijuana?
The beauty which looks as if it was drawn by Van Gogh?
It's always sunny, you know?
Look inside.
You don't see anything, do you?
It's just cold & black.
It's raining.
You say it can't rain all the time. Guess you're right...
Hope so.
You won't know.
Just look
& you'll see the desire...
Destruction.
Pain & Death...
Glee is the only joy coming from a human's heart.
You might know.
I looked.
I've seen enough
to wish those things just because of this one problem, which makes me sick, makes me angry, makes me feel all this pain deep inside.
& I just have the intention to kill.
You should know.
I don't want to see it anymore.
I have this one desire, I like to feel this special glee...
but somehow I found the better joy.
It's stronger than anything else & makes me as happy as none of the other things in this motherfucking world ever could.
You're supposed to know.
Look at the other side.
Do you like what you see?
Then look back again.
I don't know whether you're concious that you'll have to choose sooner or later.
Sometimes it's better to look straight forward....
In this case it is.
& I guess you got the point.