Fin

Slit my wrist, my throat, anything to make the pain leave. But surly, you think I'm joking...but you don't understand.
How can I force into your mind the shadow that constantly eclipses my life?
Just spill the blood, a crimson drowning, block the screams, say to poetic'ness of "nevermore" hear it ring, the meaning so fowl to grasp, yet so rewarding to win.
These words don't make sence, but neither do my thoughts, what you read is whats in my mind, but yet I still hold back the dark corners that spread when no one is looking, behind your back black eyes seeth with agony, when your not listening I open my mouth to yell angst dripping with volotile redemption...but when you see me infront of you, you see the great and fantastic act I have performed night after night, the stage has become my home, the props I use my sheild...and when the red curtain closes, the rawring audiance doesn't hear my crys, the fall to the floor, the knashing teeth, or the scratching of the floor boreds.
Bravo you say...Fin I say.