Pressing ChargesHow's your head , little one?Has the pain gone away?Look at me when I speak to youMy efforts won't be in vainSpeak up I can't hear youWhat did you want to say?I reckon you'd want to be aloneAway from the troubles that ruined your dayI'll leave the light out for youYou wanted to get some sleepYou don't know this butBehind the big red door I peepI see you stir in your bedYou talk to yourself at timesYou think that no one's lookingSo you start to cryYou blame yourself for everythingFor every stupid little actWhen in fact, I'm also to blameBecause I had also lackedI'd take you from your miseryEmbrace you tight in my armsI'd wipe away your tearsKeep you safe from harmI'd tell you now and foreverMy little child, you are notAnd will notBe guilty
It BeginsMy head throbs of a thousand beats, each thud drilling into the soft ivory surface of my skull. I must flush the dirty noises out quickly before I lose myself.Ill lose myself to insanity by the end of this sunny day.Ill lose myself to insecurities when the rain stops.Ill lose myself to everything that feeds my overactive imagination and prance around make believe meadows of glitters and sparkles.Its always so hard to calm myself down afterwards. My soul just wouldnt allow peace and quiet to reign over the restless being that I am. I dont think straight anymore, its all thrill minus logic. Logic. What a moron.Nevertheless, the melodious thuds are still bouncing off the walls of my brain. I hear club music, gossips and occasional sad whimpers. One of which is mine. I hear something else, a foreign speaking voice.