Fire to See

My silence alarms the vicinity to hatred beyond that which the ancient ascendants can see.  I seem to disappear and be with the lillies over seas.  I open my eyes to see trees above me as I notice the headstones beside me.  Immortal is pain to infinity for me.  There is no mercy and I am not covered when I sleep.  Those who have led me to this day, have more than poor manners toward my body and my artistry.  I am keen to the wind and longing of the sea.  Need in the form of greed is all I see in the men who wish to date me.  The charms on a bracelet for me would be an ax, a clown, a whip, shackles, a ball gag, a soltice poltice, and a locket of my own hair.  The "crepes" in my life were really severely CREEPY when they were not in my company.  Normal wasn't and isn't good enough for all of you.  I refuse to cut myself or scream at people to their face, thus I an a plain hussy next door.  I found a door and this mouse may sit with me their until the veils are revealed.  No more decision making by any of you.  Never did you know how huge this door mouse is.  He pertains to the muse in me for the artistry of MYSELF actually.  I would love to attain consistancy, and this man is rising sexually in a way that cannot be disgussed here.  Passionate fire, with no mercy for every single one of you.