"You're mine , your *** is mine. You are all mine."
Not knowing no one ever told her that. And she loved the way his lips told her that she was all his.

Is it you?
Is it me?
Were we ever meant to be?
Are we drifting?
Are we braking?
Are we real or are we faking?
So much energy.
So much time.
Do I give up or is that a crime?
I hurt you.
You hurt me.
This is an emotional killing spree.
Is it you?
Is it me?
Because we always seem to disagree.

That dredwire tonuge soaked in black hard tar spoke only the piece of the puzzle which was converted into lies.

We fought but that voice over the phone convinced me that you'd be better off. So we fell out of love and years went by as our song faded .

How can a single spirit wrap me in a silk cloth of sentimental affection  and without notice drown me in love and desired passion . How can I ... fall at such mercy for my own emotions and admit to myself that he/she is the one.

And I'll walk past and never say a thing
And hold my structured face strong. As society willed us to.

And the feeling returns .. the blood pumping . **** them all I'll say and I'll watch them burn with terror . Misaya will not hear your cried for help and I will not show you mercy. Pathetic humans , invaluable to the nature of which you are born. As the flow of words leave my anger and only am I left with the thoughts of the spear piercing your heart and soul .