All the images tormenting my shackled mind tortured my creativity, black tears dripping like ink blotting the crisp white of new loose-leaf notes. My blood as blue as navy because I've been left sickeningly forever breathless. Day after night after night after day I would withstand an anguish that was more spiritual than physical, punching walls as if to escape their stone guard as my soul was wrenched like the hands of the anxious. you robbed me the chance to be something to somebody, an impact cutting deeper than the wrists of the suicidal attempting to escape the world of woe they rest their weary heads in. Hammer upon hammer banging on their skulls as the rage of fear and hope of escape taunt their wildered minds.
But they remain mother nature's lost children. And like them, I remain the solemn dot in the world's gorgeous hue of gold known as defective. As I'll never be the same shade again after  shade blackens my sight and darkens my colorful spirit. Help us if you can, we've been color-blinded in a colorful world.
How could you. You've placed me in this conflagration and led me astray farther into the fire. How could you. You've given me the strength to strangle my pride and yet you slit my throat and render everything I fought for useless. How could you? Sneak your way past the sentries securing my heart simply to steal it and crush it in front of my earnest eyes? How dare you?!
I've met the devil before. it looked nicer than I thought, five-foot six with pretty brown Dimples, and tasted like wine and cranberry sauce. Lips more lush than a botanical garden and eyes more addictive than ***** poppies. Be wary when you kindle this fire. For it is inevitable that those who play with fire get burned by it.

Imagine a time and place where all movements are stopped,
Where all beings are controlled by your feelings and your thoughts.
Where anything is possible and all around is green,
And where whenever you speak everyone hears you talk.

Alright, that intro was terrible, but I suppose I wanted to say
that the silent magic you possess, it takes my breath away.
Not intentional or forced at all, it’s just your sophistication,
It brightens tunnels in the dark; it can run monsters out of basements.
And it captures attention from others somewhat similar to you, for you shine a light that reverberates its way through us all, and I don’t know how you do it. My name is earth, you must be flora because I feel like we grow together. That’s why I try to speak when I see you. Granted I’m shy and people make me nervous, but for some reason I don’t have the same reaction around you. You are a question to me of which I have no answer, and when I try to ask, I fail to speak.
Perhaps it’s just stupid emotions, but I feel something in my mind that I can neither explain nor understand and it’s driving me crazy, so I’ll ask here: what are you like? Who are you really? What’s on your mind? Where are you from? Mind if we talk? What’s your story?
These questions are endlessly popping up with no answers, you’re a mystery and I’m no ******-Doo, so I’ll stay forever wondering, forever thinking things of you.
But maybe, just maybe some time in the future we will understand why
Such a beautiful spirit stayed silent and such a beautiful spirit stayed shy.
An angel I found in a school of shadows, a halo brightly over your head.
Only you cleared my darkened mind, only your answers can clear my head.

Even if you don’t like me anymore
I will still say to you that
I want to be with you forevermore

Even if you let go of my hand
I will still keep my promise that
Never will I leave and run

Even if you runaway
I will still come up to you
And beg for you to stay

Because even if you said your goodbye,
Never will I give up,
And I’ll still wait for your beautiful hi.

I need the music in my ears to silence all the sickness,
As my mind is falling hard and I cannot tame the darkness.

My heart is breaking from the pressure of life and my spirit is oozing failure as I fumble around listening to the rhythmless tracks of the hallway.

The air is the funk of fourteen-thousand feet and the stink of breath that I usually never notice.
My ears burn with conversations I've never joined and my mind is clouded with the deficiency of balance.

Help Me.
I'm calling out to you.
Help me survive this.

My fists hunger to lunge at love and destroy it the way it destroyed my starving soul.
How Could you be so cruel, love?
How could you go against your feelings for me?