My mind is creating a desolate ensemble.

I have too many places to wander, but sometimes I wonder too much. I'm tired of pretending. I really dont want this anymore.

Senseless, worthless thats all I am to them. A mindless body with no life just like foetuses in formaldehyde.

Introduce me to this lunatic inside of you. This deception that is trust. Pretend with me. Colors are emerging from those awful shades of grey. Return to me, into my arms. Come close to hear my whispers, honey. And hold my magic tight.

Let's have a rendezvous to my insanity which keeps me up at night. An prelude to my personal demons.