The vision is still there, in the back of my mind. I can’t escape it, haunting the edges of my psyche. I hit someone, rip them to shreds in my mind, the visions echo laughs with each tear. I feel myself despising it, but I can’t lose it. The streets run red with each face I see, only for the red to turn clear and black with rain instead. It needs me to complete itself, so I scream a little louder, but it still holds on. I lose myself forever in the city, goodbye.
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