wells...how do i start...

i am quite confused...

for i live two lives...

my reflection and my secrets...

on the outside i'm the disco loving stranger that everyone sees, the one that will get up in your face and snap at you...

the one who loves the glamour of the nineteen fifties hollywood and the va va voom of it all...

the one who adores the pink glamour of punk rock style and the music of it all...

the black gothic scene of boystown's 99th floor and the rainbow colors of beatnix...


BUT...

my inside mind is a scary place...

a place in which no one would understand let alone dwell...

a place in which my soul aches for freedom and where it can't escape the shadows within...

a place in which i sit upon a field of black roses as the dark murky rubies fall all over me and the scene...

inside i long to see the sky of blue and white puffy clouds with beautiful pinks and yellows and violets in a field of green...

yet all i see is the torture and pain that is me...

the insanity of it all and the screams of pain i let out at night...

the me that the mirror doesn't see

me...i am Haunted Insanity