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The verge of me and my personality
creates
different reactions of those around me.

a view that others may think too hilarious or to serious.
a personality of different masks and theatrical faces.
this attitude gives emotions and actions that give a negative or positive feeling.
a great change or a drift from one aspect to the next, each valuability is a blurr.
A great blurr foma shade of red to shadow black.

each and everytime i try, i disappear.

jsut a flick of a finger i walk out, maybe because of the ongoing pressure of two different personalities or of different perspective in life.
should i act, or should i not?

a stroke of different words in the alcoholic sense of joy in a darkened room filled with laughter and screams.
The movie presses, the horror unveils, the Ghost approaches, the stroke of fear, the scene ends.
and as the people screams and their shock appears, the arguement starts, the riddle sneers.

A phantom in the night, a maiden in the daylight. As the world starts to rise with the bright sun's rays. A gasp of jealousy in its feverish form, i look upon the excitement of immortal numbness in a simple spar.
while the two argue, the friends fight.

The hours go by with the exchange of harsh words,
the different kicks and hard punches of two take place.
a hard understanding of two opposite upbringings,
as the two start, the friendship ends.

a hard word of mishap.



as the early morning starts to rise,
with drunken nights with the company of close and good friends.
a gap between seeing and understanding,
those who see do not speak it,
but those who speak it did not see.


In my early morning rise, immortality seems so much sweeter when achieved.
a thirst, a blood craving lust.
my early morning rise and i still can not define.
i should have been able to stop it, even though i was asleep.