Scientifically accurate and emotionally form fitting.

The worst I can imagine is when you can not escape torture in your own mind.
Screaming out loud to get out and going mad does not alleviate the situation.
You attempted to kill once, but you did successfully break a dagger in my back, and I can not reach it.
This is no problem though, it is a barrier that will let me know if it is a killer or not who I face.
This girl has already removed it from my body.
Her words have already soothed the rough seas in my thoughts.
I speak not in tension now.
So thank you for the bullet holes and exit wounds.

They proved to be something that opened my eyes and my self inside.
They never tasted so good as the day she washed them away with her gentle stare.
Topping the stars is what she is doing in my world.
Together we can beat death and see the end of the world.

To think that I could not reach her.... I was wrong.
Always and forever will I keep her in my mind, it feels so great.

Sincerely to you all who have ever pointed a loaded weapon in my face, back, or maybe a knife to my throat.
You are all the least of my worries.
Not so defenseless anymore I will no longer be victim to your sick goals.
The goals I speak of are the ones that require others to lose their hearts, lives, dreams, and love.
All so you can say you are above them.
Of which you are not, you only slip lower that is why it is easier every time.
I have watched you all many times.
I have been victim time before also.
This is no play, you all live in an insane asylum.

Last night I slept without my fear keeping one eye open.
Instead it was focused on her. My arms tingled when I awoke.
They missed her.

I curse time from moment to moment, because it seems to play unfair this time.
I know I will see her though, even if I must sleep for the days to pass.
I can do it. Even if hellfire was what I must endure for her.
It is not a question of worth.
It is only a question of if that is what it takes.
Honestly it would not matter to me if it must be.
I would accomplish the task in the time it takes me to sweep her off of her feet.