stress! She knows.
Dying right from the inner inside of begining,
She knows me, she’s trying to find me – pushing through the night’s darknessm she’s moving through the brushes of my deepest forest towards me, my, mine, myself.
stress. She’s comming.
As the bare brushes brush her face, she pulls herself along, towards me, determined to find my memory, my door, my secrets.
Oh it hurts, please stay away, leave this place, please turn away from me…
I don’t want to be known for I’ll only be destroyed when you find me. Only.
You don’t know this, you know not of my fate – my life, eerie distaste.
Oh fuck! I will loose you when you find me, of sadness rings through my ears, my hear is heavy and I lie, wait and estimate the inevitable.
Danger, the caution of preception and of beauty and of will and mind.
I will be,
Yet, I will be not,
Disrupted, exposed and bleeding.