Its dead and silent outside, and she knows she cant fight this feeling anymore. Feeling of death slowly crawling up her back, down her arms and legs. She wants to stop thinking, she wants clear thoughts, thoughts that wont lead to anything. But they wont stop, their consuming her, her body, her mind, her feelings. She wants to forget, she wants to get away, she wants to be happy. But its not working, the blood doesnt cut it anymore, the rage is bottling up, the feelings are horrible, the thoughts are unbelieveable. She needs the urges to go away, she needs to feel inspired. But shes clearly indescriblable.
