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To bestow in this trap hurts me so, not for the wretched fumes of fresh flesh. Not the agonizing yelps of suffrage that echo upon my chamber door, not the suicidal temptaions that beckon my calling sun up to sun set. None of what they do to my body can recover from that of seperation of you.

To ponder away thy lasting saps of youth, upon your prying soul. Seem forever angelic in the presents of the one I adore, for it is you this world we call Earth revolves around. For you are the sun that gently presses its lips to leave me so burnt and red, and my nightly addiction to gaze upon you and all its glory for you is what I yearn for. As the new moons pass I can only plea to metamorphose ...into snarling beast, forever to gaurd you from the hazards of men yet shelfter you from lifes poisonous toxins whoms mean harm. For it is you that drives my insanity abruptly close to infernos. An inferno convicted of the crisps of love with every passionate combust of ember bieng a heart felt kiss from me to you.... For you swarm in my blood, my soul. You my other half.

Pacing through my quarrled thought could I wish for forgetfulness. People have it lucky. Never tolling a grudge amidst their sticky souls. No but me. I cant let it go. It must be supressed engraving a World War 3 in my calm brain. An on going battle of revenge. A ying and yang infestation. I want you out! I want to forget. Ill trade minds with you? Or am I over exaggerating my self wim. For now ill stare at this peacefull photo. To remember not to forget.

Inspecting this world. Sickens me. Drives me ill. We've come to the point on where we live off a corpral womb. The depression breaks my heart to lock onto anothers eyes and see what they could never have. What they've want is out of reach. Yet the person to their sides leave them stranded. Whats the meaning of this? If we can't help others and share with them their aspires, their wants. Why even b...e human? Why not just function through primal instinct. But humanity is so caught up in making a buck to even care of the helpless. Every organization squiring their own neccisity. Whats wrong with this world. Maybe I over think things. But I cant take it anymore. My hands are tied down to this casket that was made for me. All I can do is watch from this six feet under I call life. Someday this corprate world can see its flaws. Wait nobody cares. Humanity is doomed to shapen for the all mighty economy. So caught up in our self image. What a pitty. Your self image takes you so far, then you grow old. Someday in my own parrellel deminsion we all have it all. . . A place far far away.