To be continued...

I hear the crunching sounds of a fresh mint tear away the gums in my mouth as I wake up on another ice cold morning, wondering what games my minds goes to play on me today. I sit and watch ice blocks melt on the pavement for fun. The people I hate, I hate uncontrollably. Dirty fingers want to dip their hand into my body and take out the thick crimson liquid that they desire to taste. I'm not real, I don't feel real so they'll never be able to get it. An uncontrolable hunger is throbbing throughout my body, I feel it everywhere. I don't speak about this, no way, because of the hidden messages that my voice box is secrectly kept down, like two kids playing murder in the dark. I throw back and forth a crystal glass ball hoping not to shatter it, but I cannot stop moving my arms. The circular outside is so cold, I only want to stop it and make it warm. The animal that used to chase me is beginning to get tired. I'm calling it over, and over, but the beast is too tired but once it gets it's breath back, I better start running again or decide whether I should allow myself to be it's partner in crime.

Stopping the atrim from flowing through to the other, my blood stays dioxygenated. The blues are back and my heads finally catching up with me. I've been in front so far, now it's racing at full speed. I ended the silence of us, but it was a right thing to do. Was it? What have I lost and what am I to gain. Now I have nothing to loose and nothing gain. The capillaries which are at the last end of my veins are straining out now, my hearts the culprit. Well now, where am I? Being payed to love family, I'll do my job shit. Try to make me love someone is harder then smashing a diamond. I'll take your dirty money, and I'll spend it on sins. Memories of the dead are flooding my mind, you were right. They come for you in the end, you cannot pretend they didn't hurt you in the first place. I'll have every weapon I have to send them back down, deep down, where they belong and I will win. I sat in a room, with floating stairs and floating paintings.

I had a heart, but the queen had been over thrown, thrown into jail. Then King died, and so she was stripped bare. She was beating with hands and feet, but she laughed as blood dropped from her mouth. She can't feel anything, because of the overloaded of paced flickers of only 6 chemicals that mixed with her tounges sweet sweat. While visions of glitter fall from the sky, I watched each person and tried to read them, being distracted it was too hard. I wanted to sleep and drift to my own dreams again.