Dead in Rebirth

When we can't go after all those things like we said and when this mortal heart gives out in that struggle; here is this realization: I control tings from a false mind as I bend things in this fashion. And artificially, here is a new heart; beautiful, new, and paley weeping in its birth. If I thurst into my chest, I could make a perect fit... because this situation is always what I wanted, because I COULD NEVER HURT MORE! and, int his pain I find everything evolving for me, in a new intoxicating blood. Because that is a power too strong and everlasting in my veins of those mortal drops...

If I am crazy, then we can spin this new world from lighter strings, and pretend not to notice, if it makes you feel any better... It is a bitter sweet thing I suck to spit out.. Because that functionality suits me best. Like a sick, wasteful being stuck in repetiton. If I could spin around and around and around and around and around.. in a violent dance of soredid thoughts, would I fall wrong?

AND WHY AM I?

If my body disgorges my wings, digesting from my core of scum.. would the acidic layer be enough for them to cover shown? would them in flight be too pitiful to own? Would that too, cripple in emotion?

COULD IT BE THAT WORTHLESS?!