They are insecure. That cant take care of this wild monster on their own. what have they become? Cheap threats down grade their respect as i spread the truth of their words. "i will send you far away and its gonna be the last time you will see or hear from me" is that the greatest way to deal with a problem. Flee from a young girl with wild thoughts which make her heart race in the middle of the night guns appear in her hand as she sways to the beat of the drug she has just experienced. The puff of this magical smoke she calls her only friend, she buries her dreams tonight under the ground as she creeps with her secrets which flow through the rivers of blood. Each night a new adventure to put her pity life in the fiery pits of hell. Now the spice appears with this new life she lives. No one knows how she smiles with this bland life she says she lives every day in and out. They find out how my heart beats and my laughter is brought. My darkness gets lights shone on it. Sad how i become the monster in ever wrong thing that happens to me and i do. Its ok thought the bomb of misery will soon hit and shine the truth which needs to be held up in the middle of the fresh winter sky and shine. My darkness now has light. What a pity? Their poison will bite at them soon.