Blurry Lines Of Halucination

Words don’t even explain the ache in my chest that now shows along with the blood stained color on my cold pale cheeks. 134, may 145 beats in the last 30 seconds? Somehow reality measures over existence in pleasure of pain. My very train of thought lost every ounce of strength it stole from my happiness and everlasting love of life. The blurriness of the light finally come to my sense of eyesight, I start to feel the sudden urge to hide in the dark deep burrows of my demon chamber known as my very own elegant fear. The sudden smell of burnt salt and leaves is the only thing that’s making me have a difference of life or my soul to the dark lord of all things out of order.