| Current mood: |  nauseated |
| Current music: | March Before the Fear of Flames |
I wish i felt real happiness. This bleakness, this pessimism doesnt feel like it wants to leave me. Its to strong in my mind and bleachs my mind free of any beautiful color. It holds strongholds. I am just a beach void of dunes, taking the relentless pounding of the stroms wave. I don't know hoe much longer i can hold this mask in place before my arms grow weariy, fall, revealing a shatter jaw and blackened eyes, and tear drained red eyes. So broken and still i want to dare to dream. To dream to just say i once wanted, but never trying to manifest the intagible. This world wants to strech me thin and i just might break again.
I can float past the world, sweep by their bodys and send a chill down their spine. Thats the best touch i can give them, make them shudder and feel cold. I am ghost to all who encounter me. I lifeless spirit encasing nothing more then regret and dissappointment. Condemed to suffer for all enternity to see beautiful things and never feel them. I'lll hang around my grave a little longer. They'll never know what its like to be trapped in the solitude of my mind. The lonliness in there is too much to handle. I just want to stop finding joy in sorrow....
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