Darkness has invaded. How do you feel? Like a lion hunting its prey, or the prey aimlessly walking through life without knowing you are about to be killed.
The clouds have come down, the light tries to struggle through, but its barely flickering.
Oh how so badly the darkness wants to dim my words. If I let it, it will make me sound like a monster. Don’t let the words become corrupted, they are all I have to feel. Express, release the darkness.
Its just so bleak, even for hope to shine through. There is a flicker. Don’t worry I’m not completely gone. Yet. But the face is being contorted into misery. The slapped ass look is back, well bigger than ever before. What can you do when someone looks at you, as if to say why do you look pissed. But I’m not pissed, this is me.