Fluxo de Consciência

Ok! Be calm! Though it wouldn't help. I hate when I feel like this. Passion is my poison. It kills me inside. Enter in my skull and drip in my brain, wreckling it. I can't organize my thoughts. I'm feeling nausea, headache; my stomach is laughing at me. Hurting me. Everything's laughing at me! EVERYTHING!!! But it doesn't matter. I will be ok. Or at least I have to. Love!!! Passion!!! What's your point?! Whay to hurt our souls with your thoughts your madness, your poison?! Are you so cruel to make me die every single second?! You are evil. But mabe it could be just me and my sick mind. It's my fault, not love's. Passion's! 'Cause we kill in the name of it.