Black Ground

I sit here in rapture. 
My hands quickly clicking away at the resonating sounds of the keyboard.
Click. Click. Click. Loud pound for the space bar in between.
Melancholy symphonies invade my mind with breaches in the disposition 
of thoughts.
What do I know?
What can I do?
How do I stop it?
Colors blooming feet into the air. Circling around you.
Them and her. Discreet? Please, do not make me laugh.
These sections of crowds have rainbow clouds.
Mingling together to form the collage of puke.
A disgusting version of the gift and I rebuke 
my offer to reconsider taking it away.
Please....end this.
Take it. Break it. Eat it. Beat it.

I don't care which!

My head is pounding and all I wish..
all I can think...is how tranquil it was before it hit.
The way the pavement connected with your skin and ripped 
and skipped and played upon the foundation of conscious.
How I stared so silently into those walls of cream white that
if there was a way for silence to have a part of itself...I created and endured it.
I lived inside the jumbling minds of everyone who past by.

I painfully creeped into the corresponding colors and minds.
No ability to erase what I had picked up. The knowledge I gain something I do not want.
Care not to have.
You could hide. I would find you.
You can cut out my eyes...but those aren't the ones you must worry about.
You can take feeling...I do not need it.
You can take everything I have....it will never be enough.

You can't hide behind your words lies. You must be better equipped to fool me.
I touched the hospital bed and breathed in the putrid fumes of something that can pass as food.
I saw what you did.
I felt every rib disintegrate on impact.
I felt my hip shatter and my neck whiplash hard against the steering wheel.
I died as she did.

Only sixteen. You took her. 
You had to supply your own needs right?
Had to pick up another bottle and 
snort ANOTHER LINE TO CONTINUE TO FIGHT?!

That was your own war. 
Your special was stolen from you by yourself.
But here I rest and lay in disdain..
because I can't beat what's raging inside of her again.

I might have felt all of her pain. Heard every thought.
I might have succumbed and passed out.
Like a grand water dragon in the drought.
But a fear like this can't be forced or bought.

The Black Market of my own making.
Take my liver. Pink and clean.
Take my lungs... a charred and tarred sheen.
Shining in the meadow.

Face down.
Black ground.

 

Author's Note

Just a little something I wrote out of past events.

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