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I keep pressing my fingernails on to my palms
Resisting the fact that I'm not calm.
I may be all wrapped up in your arms;
but where's the warmth?
Where's the warmth?
I'll leave you in silence.
Only thinking that my presence
is a violation. It's a violation.
I'm crossing over the fence.
What we've come to understand has lost its sense.
What's the sense?
Hey pain, I'm here. Prove to me I'm real.
This thin icy sheet of steel is inviting as it feels.
Because crying is useless. Because I won't cry, it's hopeless.
The emptiness speaks with my voice.
It is never a choice.
"What choice?"
I keep pressing my fingernails on to my palms
trying really hard to be calm.
I'm arguing with my conscience; please give all these some sense.
Because crying is useless. Because I'm bleeding.
I'm bleeding with my wounds invisible.

Distorted [Prologue]

Prologue:

My heart pounds erratically against my chest along with the rhythm of my breathlessness. I can’t see a thing; not one light is lit wherever I may be. The coldness of the tiles that seem to exude the smell of blood is seeping through my clothes.

Someone’s coming. I can hear the unusual footsteps coming closer. The footsteps that seemed more like dragging carries this groaning voice with it. I still can’t see a thing; but, I can hear it more clearly now.

I will not die… I will not die…

I want to scream badly but the thought that this person might hear me silences my voice. I moved a bit to my left and then I felt this cold sticky liquid on my hand. I tried to smell it; then, all my guts wanted to crumble. I cannot force back my tears now and I cannot hold back my scream anymore.

My sharp voice pierces through the air and keeps bouncing on the walls. I know that person heard me. I have to run; yet, as I stood up, I slid back down banging myself on the pool of blood on the freezing tiles.

He’s coming.

“XALEN!!!”

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This prologue is still not sure.

Theory of Love

How I hate it, your body's gravity
My eyes, they're attracted to you
Where's friction when you need it?
I can't stop moving closer to you.

I guess I can't explain this.
I guess there's no theory about this.
Do we blush because of love?
Or do we, because of blood rush?
Do we get crazy because of this feeling?
Or do we, because of entropy?

How I hate it, this temperature change
This situation, turning my energy to waste
If it's possible, I pray, for a human being
I'll evaporate then condense before your lips.

I don't know why, I can't say why
I won't try, I can't cry
Your centripetal force, yes you
My world revolves around you

Do we blush because of love?
Or do we, because of blood rush?
Do we get crazy because of this feeling?
Or do we, because of entropy?

But no matter how, no matter when
No theory or experiment can
Explain this situation at hand
I'm falling in love, and accelerating at that

just trying it out

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okay.
i
am
totally
weird.

just
trying
something

out...

=]