MurderxStory

. . . . . . . . . They say I'm mentally unfit, but somehow, I beg to differ. Even with this profound use of medication, I still seem out of place in this perfect world. All events which take place no longer help the emotional condition that my mind has been introduced to. What is life now, but a constant headache; hardly pounding against my every sense of living. The medication; the instant sanity pill of excellence, yet all it does is alter my mind. Cries will forever right through my ears, whether they be mine or someone else's. I cannot stand being subdued to a world that no longer longs for my presence. For so long

To speak of romance heavily weighs upon the wellness of the spirit. It is a glass filled with either sweet or bitter. The pain of gentle hearts to be seemingly lost by the magnetic pull of a darkened symphony. To be parched of love at the curve of day and to find nothing but the satisfaction in nonentity. Romance---a goblet of overwhelming dreams, intensely induced by the impatience of person. To be given something forcefully or to exceed the search; quench the thirst with the delicate melody of affection. Love and peace to be tentatively granted. A violet innocence beaming beautifully; miles over the substance of beast