.:Who are you:.
A silent slitter from the hood. Odd as it may sound, Chase grew up in a bad town, known as 'Avenue D' of the Bronx. During the day he's sulking anywhere he can be alone, doing cocaine or drinking his sorrows away. When the buzz goes away, towards the end of the day, he's cutting his already tarnished wrists. Because of her. It's her fault. Forever will it be her fault that he suffers.
.:What are you like:.
Screw talking to a therapist, all they ever did was make him cry or want to strangle them with his bare hands. Chase'll take the painful way out. Thus ignoring his emotions, and only showing glimpses of sadness or hate towards the ones he speaks with. Though is it truly speaking if he only stays silent? A solemn nod here and there, or a shake of his head signifies that he's listening. If only someone understood, then he'd reply instead of stabbing you with a rusty knife, or biting his tongue. Don't expect a reply from him, expect his footsteps as he walks away with a sob, or growl. Three times. That's how many times he's replied in the last year; To a paramedic: No, I'm not high, I'm trying to commit suicide by overdosing on benzoylmethylecgonine, sir. A judge: No, I did not murder my caretaker for stripping me of all my weapons. His ex: See you in hell, whore.
.:Who might you like:.
Anyone that can get past his very thick and insane shell, has his heart, really.
.:What do you have:.
If one were to get Chase to open up, they'd find the perfect guy. Caring, worrisome, trustworthy, the list goes on and on. Doctors have diagnosed Chase with Insomnia, but it's the simple fact that he deprives himself of sleep. Would you like to relive the night that you nearly killed your ex girlfriend? To you it would seem horrible to do such a thing. Chase is just paranoid because that thing is still out there; Using guys like she used chase.
.:Whats it like being you:.
It was a lovely morning, Chase woke to Brittani at his side, her head resting on his chest with his arm around her middle. The air around them was cool with a hint of vanilla due to the air conditioning and his mother's candles spread throughout the house. Yet the intoxicating scent of his love filled his nose. Her teal eyes crept open, and he smiled. That happy smile faded when she crawled out of bed, quickly slipped her clothes on and made a move for the door. He asked where she was going, and she replied with a fake smile. "Chase, I like you, I really do.. But you're just not my type." There was no reply from him. Just a gaping mouth and shocked glint in his dark eyes. After two years she could say that. After so much he had done for her. After so many times they had said they loved each other! The day she left was the day Chase changed. From human, to hidden monster.
.:What Else:.
Not many know or even understand Chase; Here's a little information. The kid's nineteen, he stays to himself, don't mess with him, end of story.
.:Pretty Lush:.
I draw them on wreckless,
Etched in, Scratched in like resurrection.
Your sins are killing you and you can bet they'll get me too.
I've got to give some to get some.
Mining in the river, standing in the rain.
Down on your knees while you heave at the drain.
You can lead a whore to water and you can bet she'll drink and follow orders.
And I said, Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you needed?
Give it some more time.
Tonight I'm going to a party, but it's already started without me.
I aced philosophy and mastered the art of spiritual phrase.
I've got to give some to get some.
The disco ball spins away another year.
I wish you a broken heart and a happy new year.
Only three words come to mind (true till death)
You can lead a whore to water and you can bet she'll drink and follow orders.
And I said, Is this what you wanted?
Huh? Is this what you needed?
Give it some more time.
Some more time. Yugh.
Ooh.. Restrain.
Where would you fear would you be?
How the fuck can I please and then clean?
Only three words come to mind [true till death].
Pray when you did what you said.
Death makes you kneel at the great.
All I had to say I did say.
When all you do is scream at the drain.
You F- ugh.
You can lead a whore to water and you can bet she'll drink and follow orders.
And I said, Is this what you wanted?
Cunt, Is this what you needed?
Give it some more time.