in that moment, well you dont feel okay. but you feel slightly safe. you're scared your anxious, you dont want tomorrow to come. your dreading trying to sleep. you feel like your going to fucking throw up yet your empty of everything. but something makes you feel secure. it might be your favourite hour or the face of someone who knows you too well but you can feel the security pulsing through your head into your eyes. youve yet to cry. when you forced yourself to give up you must ahve subconciously thrown away your expression of emotion. fucking void. you wont cry however wet your eyes get they sting mascara incriminating your iris breaking and entering the threshold. chemical warfare your eyes are on fire but you wont fucking cry. yeah you dont feel so safe anymore. feeling sick, well thats biological its easy to explain, but you wont cry. your coffees getting stronger. and anyone you need isnt around. oh fuck this moment. the similarities you hate to admit it but theyre there. you cant embrace it but it makes you feel insane. but wait thats the new alive aint it?
oh tear strung magic infused with such a delicate mix of violet and violence. please cure me of such a life i have chosen to follow. such a madness that noone can diagnose or fix. this pattern of speech so free and careless. cant you see the sarcasm and utter misery. pain you mother fucker goes the girl with the elgent grace. its the anger in my voice thats making me morose. oh such a dashing smile, what a wonderful face. with a body to carry of such style, bitten waist. pleasure me young minion or i will doubt the fear. your eyes twinkle with the life we have yet to smear. oh darling cant you feel my fignertips burning brightly. that you for one may hold my hand and gaze softly and yet harshly.