Devil's Day Off

I lay face up on the cold pavement that covers the earth, god spits heavy rain that pounds hard on my frail body.

Finally I can sort out everything in my head.
It's now possible to hear all the voices in my head, though they have nothing to say.
I can usually hear their screams tear apart the thin walls we share. Not tonight though, everything is cold and silent.

I'm losing my clutch on reality, it leaves my body like a cold sweat. Everything I've built all these years is begining to fall apart.

I've been walking my whole life not noticing that I have been walking a straight line. I just arrived at place I began. To the place with a dirt floor and cracks in the walls. There is no exit only a small barred window showing the sunny outside while it rains a constant pain in here.

Lying in the quiet blue, my lungs begin to fail. I gasp but can feel the blood pool inside. How can nothingness be so cruel? The insanity of it all is almost laughable.