Do your worst. Scream at me. Make it the best I've ever heard. Make it bleed. Because words are only words unless they hurt. Catastrophy, silent skies; these dark nights that cast a shadow on hearts that burn like flames. Do your worst. Disaster, tantalizing eyes that stare through rifts in the soul; blank ecstasy. Scream at me. Emergency, clever with words that pierce the flesh like daggers; sudden agony. Make it the best I've ever heard. Chaos, candle-lit corridor; spiral into the web of lies we create with frustrated whspers. Make it bleed. Malice, drowning in overflowing phobias; swept into the void that is my mind. Because words are only words...unless they hurt.