Maybe you aren't there, yet you exist.

The line between real and unreal isn't what it used to be.

I see you everywhere, making my continuality consistant.

Making my space undefendable.

Making my space a viscious place.

It sets me to longterm grief.

No wonder why I flee to that place where you only

exists in the back of my mind.

There, I can't see you wich makes it easier to forget.

Makes it easier to stop feeling you all around me.

But this night, my escaperout seems to be blocked.

Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. Stuck.

Hysteria in you, turned into hysteria within me.

It coexists in a crowded frightfull mess.

But I try to manage, for you, for them.

For them imbecils and narrow minded, I try.

'Til my own depressing ending consumes me,

I try for you.

I get put in a corner.

I feel quite safe there.

It overlooks the whole room, my spot.

Everything seems to have a continuing calm pattern.

The sounds and the movements.

15 people sitting still, 3 people moving randomly, yet not.

They move randomly but are guided by written notes by the 15.

The three move quickly, cause you know.. how else

would they have the time to visit every household in one night?

They dissapear with a cheer.

The 15 stay put, but now in a more severe state, joy.

The joy of ripping things appart, and revealing it's bleeding insides.

Comsumtion in it's brightest form.

The unrapping is done, so what now?

Thanks must be given, so the 15 quickly move.

Move, and meet with loud happiness.

But hey.. look there, one person is still staying put, unable to move.

Cause all she sees is a former pattern going out of control.

She sees hysteria.