What the heck is this?! Who's heart beats in me? Who's personality has takin control of this shell? Why has she takin this long to surface, or was I the idiot that didn't hear her screams?! I swear this girl came up and knocked me on my back and then proceeded to pump round after round into the heart of this shell with her "AK-47"! She's always hungry for my emotional blood that's splattered all over her face. Desperation? Deprivation?
Her strength continues to grow even now... Facing almost certain death she is increasingly becoming more on the outside of who she is inside.
I can't physically see her till I shave and draw my black eyeliner on! If I stare long enough in the mirror into my own eyes, I can see her looking back at me!
Her eyes swell with tears as one rolls down her cheek running her eyeliner in streaks...
Can't I free you from your prison? I don't have the thirty thousand dollar bond to get you out hun... I'm sorry...
Let's get drunk, we can at least dance and pretend your free even if only for a moment. I'll re-do that eyeliner and fix your hair up really nice, O.K.?
I'll even buy your favorite perfume and clothes! Please don't cry hun. Please smile....
