setting aside timeI'm setting aside timeCrashing down it all beganStanding you leer at the preyYou my predator overcamethe feel good victim of todaySo strut your stuff& gloat aboutYou won a hopeless battleToss those golden locks back and shout;"you're a sick manifesto of what you once wereAn obvious mistake in this twisted worldI'll set the record straightSattling those demons withinThey're laughing at you kidYou'll never deserve to win"Breaking apart barriersTorn four letter wordsThe louder she shoutsThe more nothing is heardA blood red symphony rages onProgression of the girls woeful songAll have departed & she's left aloneThe beau monde have came goneWhere are they now?Tell me where are they now?Tell me where the fuck are they now?Someone cry mutiny
3 weeks, 21 days, 24 hours a......and with each second I'm fallinggaining more depththe fall becoming faster & harderexcept there is no flailing or unheard screamsas i know that when i finally grace the bottomthere you'll bearms extendedheart staked at four cornersin use as a landing stripto catch memissing?impossiblewhat is a challenge to obtain[o it wasa challenge]we've already masteredthere you'll be.there you are.in waiting to wrap your arms around me.
Shrieking. Why are they sc...Shrieking. Why are they screaming? My eyes struggle to focus on the surroundings. What little vision I'm allowed is limited. Figures are prying three year olds out of metal boxes. My ghostly fingertips graze cold steel. Appalling enough, I'm also wearing a technological leash. The university videos explaining the procedure mentioned nothing about metal restraints. Terror, toddlers, and piercing wails were definitely excluded in the teen geared adds promising a better life if you're willing to be surrounded by ice for a good number of years. The top to my metal structure closes. What happened to a dry run? It's past my waist. As I fight sleep it occurs to me that I am likely drugged. A good fighter always goes down fighting. My father's words echo through my skull. I answer him because no longer can I distinguish the line between reality and dream. I'm your fighter Dad. I fight. Until the darkness overcomes me and my metal coffin's sealed, I fight.Harsh florescent light pounds a