Its made out of rebellion.
Heres a edgar allen poe book.
There was always heavy metal.
The boys,
The dudes that never wore underwear.
Our mothers kept turning cookie sheets.
Here she was un knowingly imune.
How bad can it get.
Two years from now youll have an idea.
Of course im saying what I know.
Back then I couldnt of done a thing.
Im tired of trying.
Im ready to just do what I always wanted.
Slap those chips down.
Make the noise that drivea me nuts.
I didnt ask for whatever will happen 20 years from now.
Its all ******, unless you see how ****** it looks.

My Ears burst awake soothed by the thunderous Melodies Of the storm outside my window
The lightening crackling and lighting up my dark bedroom
My hand crawls across the bed reaching for you
Wanting you
Yearning you
But I remember that your gone
My body is not use to you being away
Its to imune to the way you take care of it
My lips are slowly going back to its color
At least ever since you've been done with them
My heart is no longer red and pumping
In fact im conviced its left my body
Along with my mind and my soul
And you
Your all Gone

i fail to understand myself as a whole person and by this logic nothing can happen to me. good or bad, i am imune to it