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Thoughts of a thinkers mindSilence, my heart pumped not blood, but silence to my veins.The feeling that crumbled under my skin; crawling and fighting to get out.So small I felt, but nothing more I could.I was the prisoner of my own mind, begging for mercy. How come I, myself; me, would bring this upon the dearest of my prisoners?How they would fight but never win.Die but still survive.Strangled by their own.I was lost in the ocean of my past and glory.Trapped inside a cocoon, waiting to take the next step. Oh, these prisoners will die in peace.If only I could let them go.
Content in LustNeverHave I everTruly desiredOnes touchFor youMy darlingHad me contentIn lustOur loveIt was meltingBrushing throughThe sandFor youMy darlingHad me contentIn the end.
I create.I create as I speak.I create as I pull my pencil over the paper and shape; houses, dogs, and a girl.I create, as I press the different letters on my keyboard, writing whole lives, histories about a girl who meets a boy, a man who loves a woman, or persons, that manages themselves fine on their own.This is my world.This is my area.I decide what happens.I am their God, their creator, their mother, and their father.My will, and my fantasy, is what brought them there, give them what they have; made them who they are.A snap with my fingers, and they have never existed.A thought in my mind, and they are whole persons, who have done more and experienced more than myself.It's so easy, creating life.It's so easy, destroying lives too.The only limit is the one I have for myself."Free forward", I think."Who will i put to life today?", I say.And a snap with my fingers, I have the whole world in front of me.