Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

Sometimes the thoughts just come to quick, cannot catch them, make them stick.. Is this some form of mad control? An effort to release my soul through this hyperactive energy flow? Anxiety? Precious, You've grown so bold.. Entering into the fold.. Society following blind conformity.. You mean nothing more to me.. Silence comes out of my lips As I get you in my grip.. A grinning vision from the past.. A gruesome smile not meant to last.. I hate not knowing the future.. though the worst Is being sure.. All I need to do is leave you behind.. Why must I be so blind?