Quit it!

I need this restitution... ever since I read it. I wish I could get a million songs stuck in my head so I would stop thinking about it. The "violent rip-out" - that is what I am deeming it. I guess i haven't been violent enough. Him on his knees, his eyes bulge and billowing out in the air before him, black, evil and sinister images. Tears stream from his face as it pours out. Nothing he can do to stop it. He remebers things he had loved once, words he had said in hatered and love. He tries to scream from being emotionally exhasted. It starts to slow down and finally exhumes to a stop he slumps over unconcisence.