I'm scared, that my bones start chilling up against my ribs, and everything feels out of place. I wonder as I look upon your glares, if you start feeling the same pain and regret on what your past was like between two people like us.
The beast is very compelling between wisdom and despice, yet again mysterious and worth while. It's hard to put into words, that I feel uncontrollable and unpredictable with the words that come to mind that come out without a sence of time.
The power of tingling sences, of overpowering love makeing, will allways surround how I, as a person, comprehends the feelings of torture with not physical fetures, but just the way you put the words together like a hard hearted child, who mistakes of the feeling of "Love", with hatred and disorders that are not diseases to the body, but to the mind itself.
Even though you have become the beast, the beast of controlling and pills of withdraw, I can tell, deep inside, that you are very honest and thriving to what is yet to come to the world of vocbulary and words that can not describe how fondumental and focusable syllables, that contrest between two opposite people that have the same feelings, but, still afraid to show it in opposite ways.
I love to put hard words but yet still come to a time where it all comes so very still, that people have a hard time focusing on what is and isn't, true and honest, that we take those coragous steps toward life and cut through it like a sword.
