Don't assume that you know me. Your assumptions will be wrong. I don't care what kind of people reader intuitive psychic you are. You will never be able to decipher who i am. I've mastered the art of deception. You'll assume that I'm happy, well educated, loved, innocent You'll assume wrong. Blackness seeping into my heart, corrupting me slowly from the inside out Tactfully attacking my nerve endings, frying them to a crisp Strategically disabling the part of my brain that allows people in. I talk as if this is a war because it is one. Its the war to end all wars Its my self proclaimed apocalypse. Except there are no zombies in this one unless you include my shell, which is the walking dead already. There are no hurricanes or tsunamis unless you consider the darkness seeping into me a wave of despair. There are no fires to terrorize because my body has gone cold long ago. My screams have gone silent before they could even be heard. Its so silent the cold war couldn't compare to the communication skills between my heart and brain. I tried to tell them to work it out But my brain dropped a bomb on my heart. It said you're stupid, naive, you're better off dead. Don't take it to heart though. Battered, abandoned one too many times i gave up. Looking in from the outside you can't tell can you? Don't assume that you know me. You'll assume wrong. No one in their right mind could understand a heart as twisted as mine. You know my name, not the history behind it. You know my traits, not the mystery behind them You know what i allow you to know. I've mastered the art of deceit. So don't Don't pretend that you know me. You know what I've allowed you to see.