I lay on my back, gazing up to the

endless white clouds.

Why has this happened to me?

A higher power testing my strength?

As I ponder helplessly, no answer

comes to mind.

These things I have felt inside, ripped

at, toyed with, abused.

I have the strength in my body,

to crush it into oblivion…

But do I have the strength in my mind,

In my heart?

“Why?!” I scream in my head….

Constantly.

To what end will this continue?

My warmth inside replaced with jagged

sickles of ice.

I think I can melt them, or burn them

To boiling water.

I have the strength in my body,

and in my mind the strength equals.

In the end, and soon, I win.

I am no angel An angel of my own kind Dirty things on my mind Always always on my mind Dirty talk, g-spot, feelin it, legs drop I am no angel I like it when you do that stuff to me I wanna do some dirty things to you tonight Panties, four play, touch me we play I like this, find me Tickle me, finish me, hardcore on the floor I wanna do some dirty things tonight Find me I am no angel But an angel of my own Can you be my angel can you find me Be my angel

I’m dreaming about you..

like a slow white cloud, gliding through the blue sky.

It is not a new dream, but a yearning one that stays in my head.

I fight to not let it control me,

but its too strong.

The dream I have,

the feeling I have..

Is not a dream at all,

but the reality of my heart, my soul, my mind.

The reality is you…pumping through my veins.

The most special person within my heart for whom I give…

Everything.

Cant you feel this too?

This feeling of me and you is…..

So strong.

It is not possible to resist, to not know.

My dream is a reality,

inside of you.

Mystic winds fly all around,

again again again,

“I wooondered when I’d be seeing you Mr. Potter.”

Fast paced going to fast.

“Bottomelow.”

again

“Bottomelow.”

The soothing feel of the soft vastness,

But wait…

“Perhaps this..”

Its coming now,

this will be the reason of our journey,

the aura is filling my body, the air…

472, 2nd place, another year… second!….

472, 2nd place, another year… second!…

472, 2nd place, another year… second!..

472, 2nd place, another year… second!

Is it the poison in your eyes that draws me to you,

like a soft eerie violin crooning a soft dark tone… but beautiful the tone is.

Maybe, it is the exotic nature of your soul.

Its what I crave. All of these things.

I can drink in your green eyes,

feed on your dark violin tone,

feel the wildness of your soul through mine.

Find me and I will find you.

In the end…

It will happen.

Will I ever,

find that one.

The one that’s feels it too.

That could know me,

from the inside.

She could make me think that I always catch a break.

In ways you look for this,

and it will cease to come.

Only on its own I guess will it spread like a disease onto me.

Will it be like you?

Or something even stronger?

What do I want,

for this to be different?

Or do I want this,

to Be The Same?

I Tremble in the purest way,

the lion inside of me illuminating the outside.

You think the darkness in front of me can consume my light…?

Well what if I was the darkness, coming to consume your light.

How could you tell?

How could you see?

How could you know, what lies inside of me?

Until its too late, it cannot be undone.

I pull my cloak of light and reveal what is undefined..

Half Darkness, Half light swirling around as one.

Now one will take over and give one a rest,

lets see my strength put to the test.

I fill you up with clear cold water,

put inside my green Aristotle.

Prometheus comes down and brings the flame,

the wind blows through the deepest veins.

Here I pass judgment onto thee,

the clear glass gavel proclaims to me.

IF your soul survives my wrath,

once again judgment shall be passed.

Australia

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