Severed Brain Wire.

It has been in my thought that I cannot live such longer in anguish and torment. I cannot see the light nor darkness that is between me and my legs, why, Oh why, tell me what I did wrong! What kind of shed that I resonated with to be mentally bewitched? From what way is this mirth? Is by the padding that many step upon or is it their sheer joy that I cannot live without. Yes, Yes, That's the issue where once it came! My Will! My Ill-witted Will! I should have known when I first saw my pain -- Was it me? No, no, no. Of course, it was me! Nobody understands me! And nobody will! Because their minds are under-developed and are not suited to such excruciating truth to be held at their faslsified equilibrium. All torment and grain that is supposed to be a threat to my brain wire; it was there to punish me from the start. My Brain wire, my concised gril, My nonsensical quills, my prostetic lungs, My barrel length, my hay stack: It was all me that had to be stuffed with Agony. My Agony that is fueled by others -- I want to be free. I want to see the light and the be my own person, spread my wings and see the world with blacklight eyes. I cannot stray further from my head -- I need to rearrange my brain wires! Tonight at...