I may be hidden, underneath this manslaughter, looking for that tint of light. myself shall not be found underneath your sweet touch, as I am deceased & no longer able to love. dont search for my presence as I will be hidden through these paper walls of insanity. dont call my name, I will be here, simply watching you over like a hawk with no eyes. blind as a bat but sly as a fox. dont get me wrong when I say im not gonna be lurking for a new chapter. im going back, back in time, into this old account with the future within. im coming back even stronger & better. no more vulnerable baby moments, keeping myself straight, not looking back into this past I called my future. no, I will keep doing what I do best. a killer type hotline collar. my love to you didnt mean anything, but I stand here with a bike below my feet & a cliche gun. im hitting back again, this time stronger & more prepared for what is to come. I dont care about my fame or attention, I will be waiting for a special one to take my heart. I will take many, but will not return. this is the game. watch out for people with killer names, someone with the name Trudeau, or Yves, maybe I am one. look out for a boy with words of the wise, maybe I am them. or just wait till you have all the clues, look at this carefully, read it over, you will soon understand whom I am, what account I moved to. if you know me well, my style, you will find me in the eye of the letter. look through these paper thin walls & find me. I will be stronger. an old account made in October. half way to 1k. maybe I am them.
