this one is for you...
Faded dreams of lap dances and slit throats violence in motion. Play with the plastic ties that I use to keep myself from breaking, pull and pull until everything is mutilated and I am nothing more. Walk along each tile square as if every one mimics you, well you are nothing, and teal is not your color. Push your finger deep into your eyes to perfect the images that you want to be. You will never be me please stop posing me into your imagined world.
