wake out the madness . CRYBABY.

"No more , Please no more ... I beg of you ...Mercy! Mercy!" squealed the little girl inside.

"HaHaHaHa, It hurts but selfpity hurts more! your wake up call is so overdue!  pft" snarled the heartbroken woman.

"Just relax and find something to do, calm yourself, stand up!" boasted the hope inside her.

"Theres no point, im weak my veins fall to sleep , my eyes darkened, thoughts fall bleak" whispered the lost girl inside.

"you have to do this , come on! for everyone!" exhaled the sewn up woman inside.

"its time to fix all that falls apart , today , tomorrow , yesterday , its all just days and days that form away into space, so why dismantle yourself over the humans in this place?" ponders the wondering woman.

we all have characters inside ... some we should listen to ...some we shouldn't do.
blood mercy cries as angels die, time to right the wind that seeks flight,
choose the destiny that is bright.
The voice scream loud , they argue until you frown.
yet what is the fun in but one emotion taking glide?
id rather have them all attached to me all the time , a whirlwind of phycho.

not chosen, not choosing but fate happens to have sprung this knowledge of feeling and seeing so deeply , so intertwined , sometimes the dark is hard to justify , yet i know reasons why.

love , hope , life , death , memories , hope , feelings , time , lust ...
im sick of it all , im sick of writing of it all , im sick of not feeling enough of it to harbour me great!! i want to feel it all!

"i want to feel! i want to feel it all" boasted the girl behind the keyboard.
"Hahahaha , the sadistic mind averlanche , am i chatting shit?!" laughed the half wit bitch.

fate be told , death be told , life be told , love be told , yet fears what not be told.

fear what not be , but who could have been to be seen.
or what seen to have been that could have been seen.
for it has to have been believed to have lived and fixed.

roses and pale flesh of harmony's.
play the harmonica , tuning to my ears.

filled desire of midnight sky , fulfill this holy light.
demon virtues , mislead screams of desire.

unread , reread , rewritten .
The girl a book with pages to fill.
The girls hands her ink.
Her mind her lines.
Her eyes the story's written.  

riddled with soaked up gasoline , frozen mixture.

"It hurts , it really fucking hurts , why did this happen , why does this happen , can it stop ?!" shouted the dying soul.

"pain is hurting, time is fleeting , im weak in this island that aches me, sadness is learning when you was weak , when life could have been defeated!" ranted the poetic girl.

inside is running.
outside is turning.

growing old ,wrinkles held close , stories marked with a scar.

ahhh, no more , please no more.
memory is taunting my soul.

ahhh, no more , please no more.
Sorry to feel. please let me not feel.

I want to live.
I want to live.

I want to cry.
I want to cry.

CRYBABY.