My mind and body are no longer sound.
Plummeting to the whirls below, I drop from the towering stair
Tumbling down, I stumble; I’m scarred, flawed and torn
I bleed in agonizing pain, cut by the sharp piercing thorn.
I suffocate in the dense tight pulling air.
I close my eyes;
Wishing it would end, this I no longer can bear
Loosing consciousness, loosing breath
I shrivel, decaying into a solemn death
A piece of me no longer there.
Sanity deteriorates, floating away
But where to?
To a place where I am alone.
——-Or so I think.
I hear nothing but the sounds of four men, hissing before me.
The gallops pulsate and vibrate my pale wilting flesh.
Screams of silence.
I hear but only my thoughts, the soft whispers of sanity fill the light sky
This voices of the norm are over powered by these unknown.
It begins to chant;
“Hear the call, rise and never fall”
I can not open, imprisoned in blink.
One man stares down at me from its towering beast
It glares into my vulnerable eyes, looking into my monstrous soul
Omnicient of my fate, It is garbed in black.
Countenance remains white, he controls everything in my sight.
I try to break free, my eyes become strained and weak.
I see nothing but the mark upon his breast.
Triangular, with the words engraved within,
“Seek the truth, to rise and never fall”
These truths that they speak of are truths that I push
But they continue to enter my mind in a sudden rush
Telling me that I am useless, worthless and unloved.
To join them in their journey, to drown myself in blood.
I shall be free, of all pain if I just enter into their world
Take my life, ripping apart with the permanent sword.
To hang above humanity, taller than the corrupt
For I am one of madness, emotions extremely abrupt.
To this day I question, the validity of their words
Pondering the truths, which society deems absurd.
I suppose I am not alone, fighting eternal monsters.
Exercising vigilance, for life I give riddance.