"There's something and there's nothing."
A simple line with creativity.
A wish of myself to be spun around not in control.
No blame towards me for my actions.
Something they'd call crazy, but I'd call freedom.
To laugh loud and weird.
To let loose and ****.
Drunken with time to waste.
A poison in my blood, wanting more and more like an addiction.
If only the strings were tied to my neck, to restrain and suffocate me.
Oh how wonderful that'd be.
If only the master of these strings placed on me, would be more deranged.
Then we could be one.
My mind filled with thoughts of blood shed.
Cries and scream of fellow humans.
How beautiful would it be?
Like Beethoven's 5th symphony, a dramatic masterpiece.
To reach that feeling of death or near, wouldn't that be wonderful?
A thought people would criticize my curiosity for.
But in the big name of science, it's an excuse.
It's "okay".
The idiotic minds of people.
I a person myself would understand.
A self-considered different.
One who reads these people like books, but without background what is there to understand?
A troublesome translation.
But to play around with such fools, make my blood boil with excitement.
Gut wrenching but fun.
Mind controlling and twisted, but these sides are inner and outer.
Who is there to know?
Just shut them like rats stuck in a trap.
A treat to lure and they're trapped.