What more is left to be done? Criminal is my mind, possessed by a greater power, a power… a power so sick and vile, let’s name it Madness. I am fragile at this point, but… they look so peaceful together. Maybe I have a face of contempt with swirls of misery. I won’t break in his presence, nor will I break in her presence either.
I can’t look him in the eyes without having a broke smile on my face, but god, it bothers me so much. I will cry later… so much later.
Poison me and make me shallow, pull my eyes from their place, seal my lips with an unbreakable adhesive, puncture my ear drums, and remove my heart. This pain, for it is not pain at all… it is agony, the churning of my stomach, the lack of hunger, the welling of my eyes… I wish to be blind. I want to go deaf. This self-agitated anger. Pull it away from me… bring me to salvation.
Eternal frown and wrinkled eyebrows.
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