Read with wit and pain as you may cry for your life in this journey through the mind of your consciousness…

Drowning in the pools of evil as it sucks me in to the cyclone of ever after…

Bodies lying lifelessly on my arms writing their evils, mothers tears fall in the palm as I laugh out for greed, children’s blood drips to their noses as their heads seep the blood of life.

I Stabbed the night with my dagger of fierce nothingness, the light from the surrounding things pierced my skin, I began to bleed and then something happened. My ears started to reborn themselves, nothing in the world was like this, the sound of laughter from the big light on the wall something that I had not discovered yet for the night to come. I reached down and slightly but detectably looked at my red thing that I was holding in my pocketess, it was so red thing that I could stand on, music was projected from the ears of heaven, I looked down to see the floor and the sea of likeness that I was standing on… I am who you think I am just another breathing soul that eats away at the solars that surround us. The wavy music can be seen by closing the eyes and enjoying the frightful sight of werewolves and green plants attacking your legs. But I searched frantically as this one song just kept on coming on and on and on, the sound was so beautiful, the music flowed with perfect perfection in the waves of the earth my hands started shaking and i could not bring myself to get up from the deep concentration of love with the floor, I mine as well must have just been dead, nothing I meant nothing to me or the big red object that was projecting this beautiful noise that was like a ladylen walking in my footsteps, a beautiful woman who could see me through the shades and touch my soul with just a look. She then quickly turned in to a deep concentration of a wall moving with me, and the sounds of everything coming out just took her body and the music moves my body, my feet began to tingle and tickle a little laughter my fingers curled up and I could not move just a figment of the craziness of my brain, the world coming to an end and I am just sitting there waiting for it all to come to me. How can this happen to me I thought, I am just enjoying the natures of good and evil… but it was just that my mind has been hiding from me for all this time for me to only see the true self that I really am, just a crazy little person waiting to be hidden like all the others in this world, it walked out in to the cold, the winters like wind touched my legs and I rose to the attention and saw the birds in the trees and did not know what to do but to only stare and look beyond them to the moon that was not there. Just shapes that surround this moon like structure as it reaches in to the atmosphere and looked back at me and tells me to hoping the structure, but to join the structure I looked in to the soul, in my palm there was a light just a light not a coin, so I looked in to it, just looking searching for why must I become one with the structure. The wind spoke to me with just a whisp that seemed like a whole speech that was of wisdom and fright, but he looked in to my eyes and searched for only the utmost firghtness that would be lurking in the deep shadows of my mind. But I knew I had a friend, someone or something that I could turn to in no matter of a chance and just love…what is with this I looked down and there she was tied to my leg walking with me soul the entire way, I traveled to the park where I sat in the embury field and dreamt of working on this structure, but what would make this not only me but everyone to come together as one big architecture and look in to lurking shadows of their soul and pull out the fright that they have for I have done so, for I have seen what the devils forms can be his piercing noises. On this head I have put these head phones which play this music to keep me in balance with my soul, all different types hoppy sloppy and maybe sad, but no matter what there will always be just that one person a friend, in this case the one that has belated herself on a string and on to my leg whom we have taken a trek to the outer fields and dreamt of the structure