Happiness the greatest cure but the deadliest poison.
Happiness the wonderful emotion of the enjoyment of life.  A state in which you go blind of you're surroundings and can only help but to smile and laugh. But what if the happiness that you are experiencing is whats killing you inside you are too blinded to know that you are slowly getting damaged and if you are aware of it you will be in a state of denial. You will only want happiness and will only think of it. Happiness the deadliest poison, how much can you're body hold, how many lies can you withstand telling yourself... how much time will I have to wait to have that poison inside of me aggain.

Hidden in tranquility it plessures my mind. Peacefull and obscure just the echoes of my thougths. No sound no interuption just the spark of the dark , it fills my heart with wondering plots. What to do, what to say on the upcoming day but this little spark distracts me so in plain white my mind stays no thougths no plans just me and the serenity and gaze of the spark. I dont ask for ligth for this is the only need, some peace and quiet shadowed and unseen. The ligth is too brigth and it hurts my eyes not to mention the noisy people at dayligth witch if I havent mentioned I despise. Morning birds are the devils crys I prefer the owls the nigths spys, all I need is the sparks dark shine to make this moment torn twine with I. Just meditation it and I no ligth just this exeption of this spark and its ligth shine.

Poured water at the gutters of fallen men, the bloodfilld river of many severed heads they tell a story of war and tear sheds of a corrupted mind from the gallows of a grief display. But it was not people who were to be slain it was his own thoughts of the life he never gained. he dint wanted riches nor fame from the world he just wanted the comprehension of another pained soul. For twisted minds are silly rhymes of many thoughts in cheerful crimes. Normality is but a stain of a none proven existence the world is filled with diversity and it is all around the darkest places of our mind. We just never pay attention to it so it has been classified to be obscene, horrid, and inhuman. We have tried to speak otherwise but there is no right for the wicked as there is no wrong in the sane.

Oh its me the interior being aint I wonderful a great! personality see?! No rose or petal can match my grace, yes they have thorns but I have blades, not the material kind I speak of my eyes come close take a look isn't it a stunning! surprise?  A gift for mankind but only for me, the descendant of pride. Come and see the one man show extravaganza! with my beauty it will surely "blow you're pants off" if to be compared by models I am the host of the show all the spotlight for me and the attention of the world, the earth might be the biggest thing in the universe but hey guess what?! I am standing on it and as the sun is my throne the moonlights my grace I stand upon all, let them gaze upon my glory for its the only thing good in life me and just me oh how I dream in a world of mirrors, meant only for me.

She makes everything sound like theres always a ligth of the end of the tunnel. and clears all the mist thats inside mi own with her smile she scares away my fears and fills miself with wonders that ive never imagine possible of being inside a human being. With words she fills mi head with dark thougths and leaves me frigthen and drowning inside of them but as I drown her voice makes me strong it has the power to make me figth for her every single day. She is in a complicated state one that makes the dark tougths grow and as much as i love her the more that it grows she has the power to crush and restore me but yet I will still be there and I will stand up infront of her i will take as many hits and as many falls as I can take to atleast let her know that she means the world to me.

These lovely walls so brigth and peacefull like winter snow oh what magnificent features. So soft as a pillow in my white suit I giggle. Morning and night I spend my time thinking within these walls of the time of when I was outside. Such beauty , such glory on everyones eyes. A tip toe here and a tip toe there giving them a smile from ear to ear and it doesn't end there. I share them my love they give me there blood what is that you say that this is not love? on the contrary my friend just look and see , in this generation what is there to be? If people **** each other for ignorant sympathys , Lustful envyies and ungratefull indecencies . why cant i be me? its not a sickness its another way to see how tragedy can be embraced by insanity and how wonderfull a diferent point of view can make a man be judge by lack of humanity. Im not crazy.....i just see the world in diferent points of view....what about you?