i am so goddamn lonely sometimes. the world is out to get me and never stops searching for weak souls to feed on while the people hide in their beds, and i trip along the streets looking for hands to hold, trying not to get tangled up in my own bruised legs. under rocks, between walls, the wrong time, the wrong place, always the wrong situation haunting me as the seconds fly by, tick tick tick. your words of reassurance never fail to reassure me that i am hell bound and hellbent and raising hell in my stomach and eyes and brain and dragging it with me thrown over my shoulder like a huntress with fresh kill. what i wouldn't give to face reality and turn my back to the flickering 8mm film screening behind my eyelids, constantly repeating and replaying and relaying messages that were never even meant to be heard in the first place. take me home, hold my hand, make me forget anything ever happened.i'm ready to be reborn.