Some people do not cry
not even inside
some people do not love
only themselves
some people do not care
not even of life and death
some people do not see
they don't even try to look.

roken in darkness, concealed hatred boiling inside of me, I pretende my rightious mask into light for everyone to see, not wanting to see any other for their fear may be too great for even an ancient evil as great as mine, as great as the life of the most insignifigant organism that could easily destroy every part of your being just as senslessy as you would try to destroy it, just as senslessly as those who seek for everlasting happyness,just as senslessly as those who seek for everlasting love, I continue to hide, thinking of how mutch longer I can continue to hide, thinking of how mutch longer I can continue to hide before someone discovers me and floods my beautiful darkness with searing, blinding light which I fear may soil my shadow and likewise blurr my outlook on everything unimportant to you wich is important to me, and everything that is important to you wich is unimportant to me. And so I seek for God to find help but once again I connot find someone who is everywhere, apparently I am damned to be tormented by the silence I long to be broken, so that my heart might be unbroken and my visions of beauty uncomprehendable may come true mot in my dreams, but before my cousious eyes, for without these goals I am not alive, without these goals I have no reason to live, and without a reason to live, I must give myself to the Earth so that my shell can become a peice of another's shell, which will become a peice of another's shell, which will become a peice of the Earth for the last infinite time. With each love that I loose, with each thought that is lost, and with each monment that takes me nearer and nearer to death, I lose faith in my self, because I loose faith in my love. I pray that I have saved enough love from you Brooke so that my other loves will not be too shallow, for if my love shallows then my face has already been stained and no one will love some one with a stained face, or ever worse, shallow love. The day my love becomes shallow is the day I will give myself to the Earth, to become part of some worthless statistic announced only to make people feel helpless. I wish that this was not reallity, and I wish I could stop wishing. "Danm these thoughts as they echo through my head."

Why in the hell do I even try
when I know I will never be able to fly?
Every day I see so much beauty all around me
and wonder why there are people who can never see
the beauty under the black that is me.