Disclaimer: I don't own Fight Club unfortunatly...
I smile.
Madness is the sanity now.
Tyler smiles.
He knows.
I can't live with half a head.
I don't scream.
I hold the gun.
Fucking put it to my head and shoot away.
Tyler is blown into oblivion.
But he always comes back, slinks back,
Grins coldly.
The burn on my hand is pure white.
And Tyler knows.
He knows.
He fucking knows everything.
What about Bob? What about him, Tyler? Why him?
This isn't a cause; this is madness, this is fighting!
We are all Jack's sweat, Jack's broken heart, Jack's wasted life,
Why do we fight?
It makes us alive.
It sets us apart from the damned.
Tyler, you and me, we're the same person led by something different.
We can't pull apart.
We are nothing,
The epitome of human shit.
Yet we don't care.
We have scars,
We are proud.
For the first time in a long while, Tyler made me alive,
He made scars, he made death,
He was a master.
We are what we see.
I see Tyler.
I am not Tyler.
I wish I was.