Life is a nightmare,  a dead grunge dream transformed into the death  replay in the back of the brain. 
 The sadness that resurfaces is like the end of a white winter Wonderland melting  away into nothing but useless liquid. 
 The dreams that developed into the slumbering night, is like pure ecstasy, it's  vulnerable pleasure to the mind,  as how it feels when his/her soft lips graze the soft skin of the neck. the way their fingers travel down your navel and into the lust filled desires.
 These are the three things make up me as a young woman. A dark person with a soul with a mind  that is surrounded by knowledge but my body  is surrounded by the garbage and demons of this earth.

kik: dino_gurl_21