I Think You Have Me Mistaken, Darling.
Location
When your vision distorts
And ragged breath is the only audible sound
Ears are pouring out discrimination
Because for once, twice, or more they can no longer be chided
For once, twice, or more your own being no longer responds with messages to soothe itself
Fists ball up and nails eat lustfully at your palm
Your lips shake under the fall of your melting eyes
But you can’t stop
You lost yourself yet you know exactly who you are
Where you stand
In the middle
Not just of your room, but in the middle
Of your life right now
Of your dream and reality
No longer do you understand it’s all in your head
This phantom pressure resonates just enough to break you
Just an hour ago, everything was fine
How long will this last?
You ask yourself as the mental images cease
And air is able to once again befriend you
You know it will end shortly because one, twice, or more before it deadened
The spirit always lingers, haunting the one who killed her
It linger waiting for its revenge
Waiting to see you die too