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.