Focused vision, the figures blurred. No longer able, too unstable. Place my heart upon the table. Even though i love, a scarred creature im labeled. Below the dust of age, lies dormant another page. To the epitome of rage. Touch the obsidian tears that flow from dry eyes.  Curls of dark brown hang loosely in the unyielding rain. Take my hand; let me guide you into the depths of my pain. Do you remember my face, perhaps even my name? To close, too far. Too much absorbing all like a black hole hungry for a Dark star. Bathed in the putrid blood, lost in the pools of the crimson flood. Forced swallows, the inner shell becomes more hallow. Touched by the gentle digits of a misleading beauty.  Like acid flesh, the fingertips sear the skin. Take the words of a liar and a heartless thief. Crushed in all ones personal belief. Grasping the silken hair, Yanked closer by a Coal colored stare. Opened up now to share. Welcome to Hell all those whom dare to enter the twisted carnival fair. Parted lips, trying so hard to speak the truth, but screams exit the speech performing muscle. The screams fall upon def ears. What makes you think they care now, since they haven't cared since the beginning years. Opened tiers, damp cheeks. Frozen whispers, heated fires, Tainted memories, of a love, and  a lonely need for someone, a weakness, called desire.
I'm just a starving fiend and my mind is painted with greed. And I need to feed....it. T?he obsession to survive and never give in seems to be breeded as this unstoppable will reaches levels of energy and calm rage way past overheated and im suspect to the thoughts of never being able to be defeated. The Asamatope of imperfection has curved my mind into a level of uncharted design where everything in my sight freezes in fear or confusion like things frozen in time and im not even near my prime. Heighten my anger and increase my rage and we can incinerate this page.
"Too often it seems it is the peaceful and innocent who are slaughtered. In this a lesson may be found that it may not be prudential to be either too peaceful or too innocent. One does not survive with wolves by becoming a sheep. That is only a short-cut to destruction.
Discontent