The Day Doesnt Matter Anymore

Would the idealistic, naive you, be proud of what you have done, or what you've become. Tread lightly and fear, for you are being watched, each day, each minute, each second. Each poisoned breath you steal from the dead, recorded. I owe you that much insignificant fucking whore to the system, enjoy your waltz to the music of the damned for I will see you in hell. Will you enjoy what we both know is tainted, brief & fleeting or will you wait knowing the death that is coming.

Ask not for whom the bell tolls
It tolls for thee.

and I will wait & watch