It's all from my perspective so it's hard for me to prove but it feels like a knife has been poked in me and is slowly being turned.
Someone close and dear all have this misty eyed fear linger immaturity them and now whispers of my name float in the air to my ear.
Again it's all inside me I've no proof or injury except this creeping feeling lingering like a pox waiting to erupt from the black gooey corrupt.
I feel they fear me for they have just seen me open my big mouth and showed them all how pretty they look to all and me and was never hard to see.
Ignoring me when they hear me ask, or am i just thinking to hard and over thinking what's not even real like a delusion concocted from the illusions manifesting out of my sick sick mind.
There's nothing there i hear myself whisper the actions you're seeing are just a figment of your imagination that's brought on from mad elation.
Are these just ramblings of a mad fool, a reflection of their insanity mixed with strong profanity am i making all of you watch me.
Or is this all true and now the skies are crying from me feeling this heavy heart turn blue, sad music maestro that's your queue.
