WAKING CHAOTIKA

She has nothing to say
But everything to scream about
Like a conversation
Like a convrsation
That never ends
That should have never started
Over over over
Everything everything that you see
Everything that you fu
Everything that you fucking touch
Fucking touch fucking touch
Touch touch touch touch
Burning the tips of your fingers
Burning the tip of your tongue
Quemando quemando tu corazón
Tu corazón
Still you stay there
You stay there with your arms crossed
You stay there with your arms crossed
Sitting in a chair
Taking it taking it taking it
Why Cyndi why Cyndi why why
You're a slave to the darkness
You're a slave to the darkness
You're a slave to the dream
You're a slave to the dream
You're a slave to the screams
You're a slave to the screams
You're a slvae to the pain
You're a slave to the pain
You're a slave to the bondage
You're a slave to the bondage
You're a slave to her kisses
You're a slave to her kisses
You're a slave to the sex
You're a slave to the sex

You're a slave to the chair
You're a slave to the chair
So you thrust your hand
You thrust your hand through your skull
You start pulling out the memories
The smells the smells
The screams the nightmares
Then you remember like you always do
That your sitting in the chair
That your sitting in the chair
The chair where you fucked me
The chair where you said
What was it that you said
Till death do us part
That was it
Till death do us part
If you coud just get up what would you do
Would you leave
Woud you stay
If you knew what you know now
What would you do
Wake up Cyndi wake up wake up
Wake up wake up

The sound of a scythe being swung from side to side, Radio in the background suddenly very upset and barking at an unknown entity standing in my doorway whispering in an unknown language. Doing as best as I could I was abe to somewhat translate to this, "A very old soul."

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