Welcome, Golden Boy

Welcome, Golden Boy, to this new World. The so called Paradise feels nice, isn't it? So, how do you feel, Golden Boy? Are you scared or feeling alone? The so called Paradise feels nice, like the freaking Hell itself. Welcome to this old bullshit, Golden Boy. Now you can fight with yourself and know who you really are. Golden Boy, The Sucker, that's ok. For me it's ok. Like all those fucking freaks fucking little kids. Like the sad man killing his neighbor for no reason. You're a sucker, Golden Boy, aren't you? Hell you are, Golden Boy! Feels nice, the Paradise, isnt't it? Now you can look back and see who you really are. How do you feel? Can you see all the sadness you put inside of all those hearts? Can you see all the blood you spread with your little white hands, little fucking Golden Boy? Why can't you shut up and stop crying, you little motherfucker. As I know, you've fucked your mother, haven't you? How does it feels fucking mama? How does it feels fucking everyone around, including yourself? Feel free too feel this living dead experience, Golden Boy. Because this shit will last forever and you will realize that your precious life ended how started, freak. When did you give up? Didn't you have plans? I can see you promissing your lovely fucked mother: Mom, I'll be back for you and I'll be the richest man and I'll buy you a castle, so you can run it like a hotel in some French village! And the fucked mom, with her bright and ridiculously religious eyes, started to cry and laugh at the same time. She loved you, Golden Boy. When do you stoped loving her? Why do you did that? Freaking Golden Boy. Wasn't enough hating your own father? Welcome to the so called Paradise, Golden Boy. Now you can cry. You'll stop trying, like you tried all those fucking years of your useless and stupid life. Congratulations, Golden Boy. Feel free to live sad, die sad and keep being sad like a depressing kid. Welcome, Golden Boy. How does it feels to realize you're no Golden at all?