it would be like me to tell my mom "oh sorry for ignoring you, I just was getting sooooooo many texts from this new friend I made that I totally spaced on replying to yours. ... a week ago"

not that thats true. 

And now im dancing for the doomed and the damned.

and Im advancing unnassumed with dirty hands.

and now im prancing for the man, isn't it grand?

I have become, ... my very own boogie man.

I must admit I love this from the very start,

please take a bow you know I am your work of art.

no its not the despair, Despair I can handle

no it's the hope.