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worth of serotonin, and red still seems more fitting. Compressed
chemicals and powdered prosperity. My efforts to egress from this
boundless dysphoria seem to fall short.
What
is life?
As
these words bounce off my tongue, I chase them with a smile. My heart
files them in the back of my mind to later rethink what it means to
be alive.
The
sky has gone gray.
Gray.
Like
the "pills" that held me together on those nights the windows
seemed to open. On those same nights, doors were pried open to
release memories that were drowned in tears that fell; taking my
sanity with them. A transparent river of sorrow, surrounded by a red
sand of relief and regret. Covered in satin and adhesive bandages.
Sounding like velvet and broken promises.
This
is heaven.
But
by God's greatest defiance, one shall not bow at his feet.
Lucifer
welcomes me with open arms as his infamous scythe appears in my
clutch. The sleight of hand releases my soul. His flames pierce my
porcelain skin. My body becomes one with the blaze of fire and
eternal grief.
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