What happens when you two many. What can it do to you. What cannot it do. |
I have always had two many. I should be dead. I should not life. I should cry for pain and torment I should scream for release I should be ran out I should never come back I should not even exsist. Yet, I do. When I heard my child would die. Just lick windows as my man at the time said as he walked. I felt nothing but wonder and beauty. When he arrived and I gazed long into his bad blue eyes. I could see... Him I couldn't live with the pain of... Him. So I threw him away. Lit a cig, and walked. I still sometimes think of him. While other men cry realease for a tenner. Where is he Now... Mother... I whispered under my lips. the seasons lived... Then dies before I had the chance to name them my names for pets. Play with them, the woman said. No. I'm two different for them. That I do Know. So I drew, and drew, and drew. Drew how I saw the world. Brightly lit with the colours of a decayed dog. Feeding it's feted fickle surroundings. Dying... So others can live. Sacrifice in the greatest form. I'm two much for them. It's almost like I can hear them in my head. Wishing me away Wanting me to not know everything they do. Knowing that Simon is going to rape the blond bimbo he calls her. Knowing that Kate has HIV... But the loving lust within her is just too much. I cannot help it. It's just two natural for me. something that I've had an eye for since... I can remember. But now. I walk, to find a place I can call my own. Two live peacefully In my own piece of heaven. Two cut into my head Two talk |