In the dark from a shrunken head.
I heard a raspy whisper and it said.
“When you lose your peace of mind.
walls crash down with you inside.
so, sever ties.
from those who fed you lies.
open eyes.”
I'm sick inside this twisted mind.
Here I am laying on the floor watching as these walls transform.
This room became my storm.
These walls chill me to the core.
Walls of the bones.
My old homes cascading to the floor.
The lights begin to flicker both waxing and waning.
Bright and fading.
Collapsing into shadows of the past.
Of monstrous forms these shadows cast.
Torn to pieces, cut and bleeding.
My skin is like a canvas ripped apart. ...