am from your dreams. I am that one that is no one. A familiar face
with many names. Nothing you really know i could ever be. My likeness is
brought on by realizations that this is a nightmare, and made from
helplessness.
I have no special sense of the past
A body that is healing and becoming more and more like fear i have before proposed.
I am lying, waiting to be touched.
My weakness is controlled and played upon. There is deep anxiety waiting.
To play on your emotion. To feed and progress.
It takes hold
of a horrible feeling.
there is pain.
more fear.
I am played along for you to witness the epic motion from which my climax will create.
I am a lost soul. If there is such a thing. Yurn your eyes to me and see
that it is so easy to fall apart and become one thing that you do not know