Test here and Test there,
too much Stress to bear.
Let me write, let me type.
Because I know. . .
I Can Not Fight.

Scribble here, and there.
And all the way over there.
Enjoying her words on the page.
Her feelings on a stage.

We breath together.
We breath as one.
Then one, bites their tongue.
He drops to the floor, oh what a galore!
The air is thick, and hard to swollow.
Deep breaths.
A suffocating wish.
A suicide wish.
The earth is ruined, polluted and dead.
Bye Bye Earth.
Hello Death.

I wish to leave.
This cruel, cruel world.
Because society is a tease.
But I do not want to twirl.

I wish to leave.
Oh, please, please, please.
Let me, be me.

"Dance! Dance my darling!" He cheers.
Her gloved hand fixed in his, as her dress swirls around.
The space is cleared, as the audience goggles.
Masked and fake.
His triumphant smirk bright and wide, as he focuses on her eyes.
Emerald
A gorgeous green that makes her stand out, her brunette waved locks curling out,
and her red dress, beautifully painted.

As the sea of mysterious eyes of masked viewers watch intently.
Around them seems dark, a circle of light is where they dance.
And now,
the final stance.

Releasing her was unthinkable, breathless as they were.
He was certain he'd ravish her.

You hold on so tight.
So, so tight.
I can't move, I can't talk, I can't breathe.
You need to release me.
From this hold, from this bond.
I'm no longer fond.
Release me into this world.
The real world.
Someone will be there, surely there must be!
They'll give me their hand, and show me.
. . . the world of insanity . . .

Okay.
Such a pitiful word, it describes nothing.
Yet everything.
I'm okay, I say nearly everyday.
But *I'm not okay, and I don't want to play.
"Not being okay..is okay"
It's not okay, to be that though.
No, not at all.

I want to go back, back through it all.
Fix it, mend it, prevent it from happening.
But it did.
And I can't.