sitting,
looking, shaking cuddling.
whatching, listening. standaing
sleeping snuggling, breathing
lion, aslan, snuggy, dum dum, babo, bib , sheep, splat
shrek, lion hoddie, gloves, hat
speeck stopped working, frustration.
scream shout no sound come out
screaming inside. destryed inside.
this space inside me,
consumes me,
laden with all the world,
and then told thursday morning she goes to meet with them.
mid july my life moves on,
nothing solid nothing right
cooking in hinsight, i cannot hold the act
losing my speeck losing my thoughts, my world my world.
lion to hold, him on my back under my table, in my den
touching nothing can hurt me,
sounds arounds drown them out
overloading in the night, sitting sounds seeming
me screaming
inside the sounds resenate, the fabric scream at me,
light burns sounds drum sound destroy, lion is safe
rooling moving, trying to stay in control, losing my self
hiding throwing believeing seeing with my feelings nothing to see.
death as a ripple damage all thouse who knew me,
that me is no longer part of this world, will one day vaniish it has all ready. moving throught from day to day minite to miite noticing the change or everyway, following through in every way
light stand and burn my skull. incongrimito.
sounds for all sounds worht smashing through my skull,
music headphone loud. night swimming time and time again drown out all else. focus on the piano, head it move thought my sense feel it agaist my body.
words when spoken fail to form, they swirl around. i scare. as i sound i frustrated with the meaning slipping away from me,
throwing agaist the wall, no pain no suffuroing at all,
throwing in spite of the world, my world, nothing
understand me now.
understand me now
understand me now
through athe pain i will feel myself dissolve.
death is a choice all must one day make.
Martin. Tim, Alan you knwo who you atre you keep me here
but i must apologise one day.
one day it will come out of the dust the screams of all my soul ignighting world, fire, flame axe.
for all the world revolves lion stays the same one constant in the endless days
scream for now i scream in all but sound. crying inside for outside i see only a mask, who am i?
what if i am not who i am what if this is another shell.?
3 days spent, nver to reload bullets through time of days in the loading of my life i see them
shocking me throwing me,
the wall inpacts my bones.
bone no on owns, though skin and flesh i tear with teeth
what is it worth? why should i keep it safe and then i let down all who try to protect me,
all in silence.
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$lion = "constant";
$lil_lion = "escape";
$baby = "dum dum, babo";
$jammie = $lion."sheepy and my comforts";
$jamie = $lion.$lil_lion.$baby.$jammie;
?>