Retractable language.

Break the wisdom with your ignorance.

If I were to fall with disgrace, she would be so happy. I'm going to take the filth and I'm going to run like a criminal. When I get there I want you to promise me that you will have no patience. That you'll make me hate my life. That you'll suck all of the happiness I've managed to gather and feed it to the sea. I'm a fish, it's where I belong--moving with the breath of the current and hovering in the place where dreams are made.

Celestial pain.

A god slain.

Convinced myself you knew how to heal but I guess that was lie.

I'm bleeding in all of the places that your words touched me and breathing through the open wounds to stay alive.

A new mood.

Without a face. He needs three. One for each memory.

Template of a mind gone backwards, etched into the back of the unconcsious tranperancy that has been projected into the burning room's ceiling. The exits have been clearly marked. Everyone should proceed calmly as if sedated. Emotions have no place here, only the complete lack of and perhaps an expletive every now and then so that the tower knows you are doing well. Ignore the guns. They will not be fired unless you think. Do not think. Only walk. Perhaps make cow noises as the rotweillers herd you. They will not bite you unless you step out of line. Do not focus on the negative or the voices in your head. Everything is fine. Everything is as it should be.

Bandaged discrepancy. Board up all exits and learn to recover in the dark where all of your fears lurk--waiting for the moment that you snap and pull the trigger at all the things that damaged you. No mercy for the culprits--you own them now.

Learn to disown. Pull the trigger without knowing. Become another person, then get on a plane and don't look back. Look at the sun, the stars, infinity.

Instantly cleansed.

Powdered. Two scoops and I don't remember.

If only

Recovering from image abuse.

Inundated with catharsis.

I think I tried too hard and now the shutter sticks everytime I try to rip a part of myself into the frame. It burns when I see the light. The silver nightmares don't stop and the ink runs wilder each day. Today I am magenta.

Their faces scare me. Sedated and senseless, but the light does not burn them. They are immune and I resent them for it.

Dreaming of a dream. Recover, the drama and change the script. I fell so hard that I cracked the scenery and inhaled the symbolism.

Towering above your memory, he is overexposed and washed out.

Live through the human illness, the plague that will end it all. I have a span to cover and cover it well I will. I miss all the things you never said to me. They were so perfect in my mind, but I'll just sit here wondering if you'll ever say them. Wondering if I ever will get to know you the way I do in dreams.

Subtext. Meandering. Stop the riot in your heart and your heart will stop. Focus on feeling. How it's happy one moment and miserable or vengeful the next. Keep the riot alive. I contradict. It's what keeps me sane.

I finally got the closure I was looking for when you pitched that last fistful of dirt on me.

Let me know when you learn to win and maybe I can join you. Time consumes nothing, it only gives what I want it to give.

And if I told you another thing, it was only in order to protect you, but I think I may have failed.

Playing with fire might be safer than playing with us.

A mystery. A misery.

Think and you will get out of this, if getting out is what you want, but I can't do it for you.

I hope you find the strength to not be weak.

Say to yourself, whatever you need to say.