Cruising through my head, a crevice here and there, burdens that I bare, and woes that I seal.
Never to reach beauty, neither heavens nor affairs.
Murmer altogether, and open otherwise.
Tingle amazed, and shed beyond crazed, open minded wounds to forever frighten and scar.
Behold, a hand, soft of touch and full of fear. Hatred.
Do not fear my darling. Do not hesitate. I will vanish someday, perish off the face of Earth, and surely begone...
May this help you out...To know...You will always seem superior in my eyes...Goodbye...