u/filthy-innocent

Staring in silence, frozen in time, my mind zipped through pathways, sparking neurons like a pinball machine under triple threat. BADING, DING, BADING, DING, VROOSHHhhh! From one memory to the next, pleasant, pleasant, dread. Click, Click, Click, Click, my defenses try to deflect what’s coming at it, the logic, racing with such spin that it doesn’t have time to be rejected before hurling to the next contact point. Ping! Like piercing a mirror, shattered glass, the shards of fragments explode like a blast, the ball stuck between the bumpers, hurling itself tenaciously to the next punch. Each one strong enough to be a knockout but only leads to the next tease. I was stuck in my own hell as the points continued to climb, like a victorious boxer paraded around the ring by the referee, face bludgeoned, in full blown concussion. Watching the blood drip to the floor I know it’s all good but I’m not sure why for.

“What do we do?” Her voice brought me to, pulled me out of my trance, but all I could do was look up at her. “What are we supposed to do with all this? ….People are gonna wanna know, they have a right to know. Look at all these lives?? I know it’s hard but imagine if this table were turned and it was you lying in this file. If you were him, or him or her?” She pointed at the thumbnails on the screen, there were hundreds of them, maybe thousands, all with a story to tell. I looked down at the ground, to the feet beside me, my eyes traced up the legs, to the torso, to the face of the man I knew lying dead on the floor. A heart attack, eyes wide open, his face froze in a state of shock. Finally my lips began to move “I don’t know. I don’t know yet, but I know there’s not enough time to figure it out before they come to get his body. Call Ryzen.” I sat staring, shocked, as she fumbled for her phone to fill my request. “Ryzen? Hey, I’m with Levi, do you got a minute.”

It was fine. Everything was fine. If it weren’t going to be fine it would’ve happened by now. I’m not worried about it, she always was a bit dramatic. That’s why she was fun. And she’s fine. She’s always fine. Though I don’t know exactly what she’s thinking, that is a downside. Even once she finally knows what she’s thinking she won’t say it. Not really, not completely, not here. But she doesn’t know what I’m thinking either. She thinks she does, and sometimes she’s right. But I change my mind a lot, circumstances. It doesn’t matter though, not worth thinking about. She’s kind of in the way really, annoying sometimes. I really thought she’d have moved along by now. Why isn’t she? Should I make her leave? I don’t want to crush her too bad, she gets unpredictable, uncontrollable. She’s fine really. At least I can keep an eye on her. That Little Bitch. I fucking hate her sometimes. God. Does she have any limits?! WTF. She is not the person I thought she was….I kinda like her better.

(Original Content)

He teaches you the reason
You wanna stand up straight
How to keep from blinking
How to channel hate
He teaches you to question
Every move that’s made
When you find yourself with evil, face to face
He’ll have you well trained

He’s the kind that lends a hand
when he sees you take a fall
A blessing at a glance
No coincidence at all
If you hide the truth
He’ll confess how it’s your fault
In this world you’ll meet evil face to face
So you’ve gotta be well trained

He’ll give you all his strength
Disregarding all you think
Push you to the brink
Devastate your instincts
He’ll send you on your way
But not before you pay your Thanks!
In this world of evil, you’ll come face to face
And he’s sure there’s no reprieval, cause it’s all that you’ve been trained

But it don’t have to be that way.

Look amongst the shadows
scan the ground below the mist
Trails deep in the forest
don’t exist on accident
There’s ghost of many spirits
each with a different grave
Some will want to help you
some want to be saved
Some are neither here nor there
they only want to play
Taking no sides, their talents lie
in the bigger fool to make
They know the forest deep inside
masters of their trade
In order to keep it alive
some fires must be made

Waiting out the storm
the weather never quite right.
He lost his sunrise.

I’m too sexy for my shirt
My cleavage likes to flirt
I got a couple perks
They really are quite grande

I’m too sexy for my skirt
These hips put it to work
Containing this concert
Could really use a hand