Fragile. Peiced together with flismy scotch tape... Seems like it's holding up, but not quite. Something I wrote some other day: Scream cant be heard. The story in me for future days with no delays I wonder the contemplating, creating, burning things. Beautiful Brilliant Bitter Like the sun maybe. Naught this knot Vicious things are the friends of those Scared to admit the truth. Because the worst thing is feeling alone in a crowded room. Some more stuff: So, Ill continue with my mask. My fake fallacious face. And Ill do it, do it everyday, do it till I fade. With your false sincerity, I still dont know what you want from me. What kind of words do you want me to utter, Do you expect me to breathe easily? Convincing Crash. You want me to last. Later Lopes Higher Hopes. My rolling rash words. Goodbye. But could that even be trusted? Nothing is forever. Not even this force, this bond, this truthful fond .... yeah. | 
