Thoughts are spinning their inescapable threads
transforming us cruelly into marionettes.
Everything I feel is pain
and the Devil holds us in his hands.
Buried desperately in my chest
a rose for myself and a rose for the dead.
A serenade of tears, lifelessly
we feel the beat, though no orchestra is there to be seen...
I am you, I am you - you are me,
what I am, what are you - who are we ?
What is truth and what is lie,
who are you and what am I?
In a cradle of mercy we are sleeping
the half-sleep of oblivion.

>>532034368
My brain is being so so so horrid to me but i am very happy for myself to have modeled yesterday and getting lots ofcheers and I raved and people asked me where i learned to dance it was fun but now my brain wants me dead and is saying mean cruel things to me about me. ohwell.