the chaos of minds whic preceed to slaughter my heart once again by broken fragments of shattered lies and incomplete love. bait to the mind yet torment to the soul. such vivid illusions of lust and ill humored gestures. never does one look deeply for fear of the damage it provokes, yet slowly doth it dig deeper to unknown pathways and slowly kills beneath before ever one notices the penetration. unorganized thoughts all in one package, such grievance my heart desired none of. for once was filled with many self problems, the heart fears the presence of such hyporcritical bull. to turn and walk would bring a heavy heart, but to persist places just as much wieght. to place it in the hands of all knowing and sudden relief upon the burdened heart brings light.