You cannot even graze the walls of my mind.
Even if, I'd stop anyone from hurting like that.
Truly get to know me and you might understand.
Never does this soul fear future death, after life, injuries, accidents, killers, and etc. Only that mind can come up with things petrifying, then wake her up in a drenching sweat. It's the personal monsters, demons, thoughts, and feelings floating in that stubborn mind. Forever crafting things too difficult to imagine and completely lethal. Soul's beautiful or ugly I wrap myself around one of their legs so they cannot move. Anything is what I'll do to spare you my pain. It's the type to leave a mark on others even if we spit at one another. No matter the type of person, undoubtedly my brain will make you hurt. Picture this. A sea of bubbling green venom flowing over a cliff and looping around to connect and end. The grass has died brown and crisp with a crunch echoing every step along the way. The trees are all weeping Willows that constantly cry their bark falling off as blood pools around your feet. Birds only sing dirge's while nesting by the people and memories that have passed away. There is always light to see but only what is enough. My thoughts have a sick humor and like to play with all ideas. Run from them, hide, and don't make a sound under the bridge of mourning. When they leave get out as soon as you can, people die in my mind or are too scared to come back again. Shaking my head with an expression of understanding, my eyes lock with you reader finding out about me. That was metaphorical and I with all of my heart will do my best to keep you from the literal library inside myself.