just like me, he was a victim of the night

Welcome to the inner workings of my mind
So dark and foul I can’t disguise
Can’t disguise
Nights like this
I become afraid
Of the darkness in my heart
Hurricane

you're going to be in your own skin until you die.
that's a while.
you might as well get comfortable in it.

keep your distance

felt so filthy, so dirty. like i was worthless.
it's not my fault but i keep blaming myself for something i didn't do. nasty. disgraceful.
how could anyone do that?
maybe money changes people's minds. they become crazy, like they had some kind of power over someone.
something so unreal and ugly doesn't deserve beautiful words to express what i'm feeling right now.
raw and cruel. like it was.
the images of that hateful moment keep bursting into my head, i'm sure i won't forget nor forgive.
however, good things are about to happen, i can feel it.

i can’t drink you away
i’ve tried Jack, i’ve tried Jim
i’ve tried all of their friends
but i can’t drink you away
on these rocks, i can’t swim out of this skin, oh baby them say
now tell me, baby, don't they make a medicine for heartbreak
ooh, no, tell me baby, oh yeah
now don't they make a medicine for heartbreak

sordid

the music starts to play in their minds, it reminds her the time that they used to be together. kinda cold weather, but their bodies ignored it. they were fire. the autumn set the mood.
savages by their nature. sometimes they were not afraid to show it off. 
at times, soft like summer breeze. at times hard like a stone and raw like meat. in their shadow's world twice a week they revealed themselves to each other. desires, fears, knowledge.
for a few hours, they were in heaven.
in the darkness she danced with her soul. like a hurricane: fast, devastating, no one would dare to stay way too close. like a devil herself, she moved her body along, loosing herself and finding a second later.
nothing like a soul they wished for. he dared devil: touched it, tasted it, wanted it, had it. and his hands haven't stop. 
slowly the burning bodies were stopping as the sunrise. time could stop at night and, for them, nothing less than the moon to enjoy their adventure.

sometimes i wonder what would happen if i took some other way. 
for real. metaphorically.

what if i choose things wisely or by impulse. would i be happier? or a little bit sadder? i'll never know. although i don't regret the path i made. i think that if i did that, it was for my best interest, but i still must confess that some of these choices were made just to run away from my fears and people. but it always comes back. stronger than never. troubled than never. tainted.

it hits your soul in the face, bringing back all the problems you think you left behind and, so called forgotten. don't you mistake: if something is going to end - and eventually will - end it right. don't left anything behind. do that or your thoughts will eat you alive, from inside out.

everything will ruin apart.
this is my way out: write. forget my problems for a moment after they come and knock on my door again.
they won't ease my mind by any means.

some awnser are better left unsaid. 
they will remain secret to the end.