2013 GC RD.4 Dono Vs. Black Book(Dono Wins 3-0)

[Black Book]

When sheltered, I lusted for exposure.
Inside my confines, I struggled to maintain composure.
People told me of the outside world but I felt they never gave me full disclosure.
Something was out there for me, I wanted to feel its embrace.
I honed my skills, built them up, even had a plan in place.
And I succeeded - I managed to escape the dark confines.
But in my confines, I had had space and could move freely without strong binds.
Oddly in this new vast space, I had no room to move about.
I missed the freedom of the confines I used to hate, from their grew the doubt.
Is this truly what I desired? What my heart longed for?
Maybe this was just a test of faith? I must simply survive this initial on-pour.
This was the opening act, I just had to hold out for the encore.
All these people packed into a large space made the space seem small.
But I had to get used to it if I sought to see my dream sprawl.
Others from the small space had not been as lucky as me, I could redeem all.
But was I lucky? I couldn't decide - God, where were the righteous paths?
I wanted to see a sign and be able to escape this crisis fast.
I had become known and became the epicenter.
The embrace I had desired had been obtained and had left a splinter.
Everybody wanted to leave their impact; even have their breath remembered.
The embrace I thought would be loving felt more like violating.
So many hands on me - for some personal space, I thought I'd die awaiting.
I became numb to it, my self-conscious itself was hibernating.
But one day I awoke and finally burst into anger.
None of those around me were ever able to sense the danger.
I knew there was work to be done, though, so I went to labor.
All I had to is let them flock like normal, and I took to action.
I produced a gun and just a second later, the crowd was reduced to a fraction.
They never saw it coming, but it made the crowd disperse.
I went from a large space back to a small space; it made my world reverse.
I had escaped what was at first a dream then became a curse.
Nobody no longer wanted to be near me or converse.
I had my own world again - I could no longer be bothered.
Peace and quite - it was everything I could dream could ever be offered.

You see, I had escaped my small town and become a star.
The world grew to love me; I had everything I wanted, traveling afar.
I thought stardom and fame would bring the people's affection.
However, I was wrong it had only brought depression.
The paparazzi and public always in my business; I was their obsession.
Others wanted a piece of my fame or influence me to help them in some way.
But I just wanted some peace and quiet, even for just one day.
It never came, though, and I could no longer deal with the invasion of privacy.
So one day I leaked info to the paparazzi that'd lead them right to me.
They showed up to my trap, I watched from hiding quite spitefully.
I pulled out a gun and shot them all; my freedom came for that one piece.
I got convicted and locked in a cell where I could finally have some peace.
I went from a small town to international recognition to a tiny prison cell.
People warned me that it wasn't all that it seemed to be, but I didn't listen well.
But I find this loneliness heavenly, despite how most would think I sit in Hell.

[Black Book]

When sheltered, I lusted for exposure.
Inside my confines, I struggled to maintain composure.
People told me of the outside world but I felt they never gave me full disclosure.
Something was out there for me, I wanted to feel its embrace.
I honed my skills, built them up, even had a plan in place.
And I succeeded - I managed to escape the dark confines.
But in my confines, I had had space and could move freely without strong binds.
Oddly in this new vast space, I had no room to move about.
I missed the freedom of the confines I used to hate, from their grew the doubt.
Is this truly what I desired? What my heart longed for?
Maybe this was just a test of faith? I must simply survive this initial on-pour.
This was the opening act, I just had to hold out for the encore.
All these people packed into a large space made the space seem small.
But I had to get used to it if I sought to see my dream sprawl.
Others from the small space had not been as lucky as me, I could redeem all.
But was I lucky? I couldn't decide - God, where were the righteous paths?
I wanted to see a sign and be able to escape this crisis fast.
I had become known and became the epicenter.
The embrace I had desired had been obtained and had left a splinter.
Everybody wanted to leave their impact; even have their breath remembered.
The embrace I thought would be loving felt more like violating.
So many hands on me - for some personal space, I thought I'd die awaiting.
I became numb to it, my self-conscious itself was hibernating.
But one day I awoke and finally burst into anger.
None of those around me were ever able to sense the danger.
I knew there was work to be done, though, so I went to labor.
All I had to is let them flock like normal, and I took to action.
I produced a gun and just a second later, the crowd was reduced to a fraction.
They never saw it coming, but it made the crowd disperse.
I went from a large space back to a small space; it made my world reverse.
I had escaped what was at first a dream then became a curse.
Nobody no longer wanted to be near me or converse.
I had my own world again - I could no longer be bothered.
Peace and quite - it was everything I could dream could ever be offered.

You see, I had escaped my small town and become a star.
The world grew to love me; I had everything I wanted, traveling afar.
I thought stardom and fame would bring the people's affection.
However, I was wrong it had only brought depression.
The paparazzi and public always in my business; I was their obsession.
Others wanted a piece of my fame or influence me to help them in some way.
But I just wanted some peace and quiet, even for just one day.
It never came, though, and I could no longer deal with the invasion of privacy.
So one day I leaked info to the paparazzi that'd lead them right to me.
They showed up to my trap, I watched from hiding quite spitefully.
I pulled out a gun and shot them all; my freedom came for that one piece.
I got convicted and locked in a cell where I could finally have some peace.
I went from a small town to international recognition to a tiny prison cell.
People warned me that it wasn't all that it seemed to be, but I didn't listen well.
But I find this loneliness heavenly, despite how most would think I sit in Hell.