Invisible stranger by my side
Ive grown fond of your taste
sour like the burn in my stomach
you're foul to my mind
a sickness with no care
violent tendencies rebel against the gentile
bringing fire into this fist
headed straight for your face
hands on my throat pushing for something more
a blackout to pass the days
of this present filled with
familiar faces masked by fake smiles.

I wish I knew what was going on again.
What I want to do, is get someone the most perfect present.
A ticket out. And in all actuality it would be a ticket out.
A ticket to me...but I am selfish, and there's no way that all of this could come true yet.
There's still so much more left to do.

I just wish I could take that chance, and run away with it...

Oh, a little play on words, you wish you knew.

Stew-Art