feelings. why do i feel so much i can feel the drag as wind crashes toward me but i can also feel into the crevices of my metaphorical heart why am i feeling these emotions in apathy to the empathy of a drudging drag from the burnt cinders of the cigarette we are burning out and yet we are not lit the poison singes me it is addictive but the pain oh the pain is wonderful this masocistic sonata lets the complex of the beaten child stumble holding together her life with tape as she trembles stealing back a sob the knife in her throat tearing at her dignity you are in love you are useless you will die tomorrow today never you are afraid to die the coward in life sitting in the corner feel helpless as the world lives without you you are the fringe, torn paper of a tome you have no story written for you what can you do undirected you are small you are weak the madness is cackling at you how lonely is it to be alive the corner is dark but the jaded world cannot be restrained sit tirelessly and live you have no control you sit listening you have no opinion you are nothing **** comes to you your death is the pleasure of those who know you laughter it is the wine of celebration there is no doubt you are replaceable you will be replaced by a better you will be forgotten no one cares to turn a cheek no one wants pain you feel a dreaded cold you will welcome it drag the silver and bring crimson from its grave punish your soul you are stealing time from those around you you are the burden kind people pity they allow you there presence you should grovel no Stand they dislike your inferior stance be strong No they do not want your voice. you are selfish speaking your mind let the cracks deepen there aches of nothingness deepen your pool of pain. where is happiness. happiness is a girl. a girl who keeps her pain to herself she is the embodiment of a devil. temptress. giving you the confection of love it is painful to sit in her shadow but it is glorious. you look to her and her image makes your song warble and her antics make you free from the earth on your shoulder yet you know she is dead she is not alive she has died long ago her shell existing in the panes atlas hands guiding her she is fading yet you will cling you have tied your red strings to her and butchered yourself with nails to keep her down from the lofty chants of silence. your death bed is her and you loathe her you long for her your love chases hate with a wag in his tail how gleeful is death he calls the tear of innocence is the price of a youth and now you lie shaken ragged from her and yet she is everything the paradox of emotion is the warp of wood and the rotten apples core the gore of it all it is full of mirth fools are not in love it is the realist that tumbles under its weight you cannot box the feelings or tell them what to do trapped in the strings of a marionette you are an automaton with a key held by her and she will wind you up wind you up, wind you up, to hear the same song, and see the same show you cannot say no you are lost and numb the lackluster in your eyes sings sweet melodies of a mortition and you will keep feeling you will keep living you will keep dying you will keep you will