Shrowd of Darkness...
I see a fountain, a fountain of blood. It flows forever, it just wont stop. People would wonder where it comes from but people don't, because there is nobody here. It is just me, I and myself. The fountain is in a room. That room depicts my mind.
The sky is bleak darkness. I wish i could see through it sometimes, but i just fail and drown in the slow and torturing aura of black, dull loneliness. People say if you get too mixed up or confused, you should try closing your eyes and just stay there for a while. Then take a few deep breaths and clear your mind. Well, what's in my mind will stay in my mind. Clear it? Well, it just comes back as quickly as it emptied.
The walls close in, nothing could exist here, I am sure of it. The walls are covered with splashes of blood - my blood. Blood that came from the fountain. Thunder boasts it mighty roar and lets out streaks of lightning. There is no rain, it's just a lightning storm. Hah! Ever heard of that? Lightning storm. Bah!
Tranquil pain wreeks everywhere. How do i find tranquility in this place? I don't. I just get used to it. I look at my watch and find that it is past midnight. There's light here but the one that glows from my illusion of myself in my mind. I scrape the walls till there is a hole but all i find on the other side is just another room just like the first one. It's the safe that keeps itself safe. It's the lock that locks itself. The code that encripts its key with its own encription process, and the code is unbreakable...
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