Remembering something that happend to you when you were young then being scared to tell anyone because your afraid of what will happen to yourself. I admit I've called them stupid just to tell but really what of when its your own personal hell.

Feeling so lost so alone, yet feeling like your on a throne
Watching they must be staring really cant you see
But no they arn't alas it must be
for the universe doesnt revolve around little ol' me...
The light fades to darkness as shadows come off the streetlights dancing around me. I breath and puffs of what seem like smoke come out but I know they are really spirits trying to find a way through this world and the next.
Hm I think this dance we share should be called a sweet caress of pain and pleasure, together we inflict unbelievable pain to satisfy our hungers. Together we endure the  others pleasure, just to get our own sweet treasure Our hungers great indeed let us bathe in pain as the pleasure flows so we may both have our own sweet treasure..

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