Yes, i understan that i need help,
But yet im still screaming from airless lungs,
Through lifeless lips,
And eyes glazed over,
And now it seems the final breath has come and gone,
Millenia has already gone since then,
Try to pick up my peices and put it together,
But still you cant seem to understand the problem.
Its not even you, its my own emotions and pain,
And thoughts and things that run past me,
So fast i cant even grasp it,
But i see the shadows of the people,
The shades of colors are swirlin around me,
Spinning faster than a haywire carrosel,
But it stops, and i fall down dizzy and sick,
Yet im surfacing with the heratics surrounding me,
But i still cant understand where they came from!
Yet still. I have it in my hands,
One hand has a pen,
One hand has a knife,
Ive already written a story with one,
And it turned out well.
Even became a part o my life.
But it has lost its savory taste, smell, and feeling.
So now lets try writing it in ink this time.