guywithlonghair

The skull stretched wider still and as brittle bones began to splinter and stab at the dry itchy suit of skin, the mind unraveled. A fallen hero breaks and weeps as his nurses wash his wounds with salt laden sponges. Citizens scramble across the stage, drowning the ashes of a new hero as they give birth to some fresh enemy to take every rotting memories place in time.   Crippled, formless fools and freaks break apart in despair and diminish to dust in an instant, the tortured soul festering in vast lagoons of grief and madness, toughed only by tragedy; taken without will.

I cannot think nor can I speak; I twitch at eyes, my mind is bleak. Alone I feel safer and almost alive; outside I shrivel, no more to contrive. Is there anything right with anything that anyone is doing today? Or is it all just wrong?

   The two ran together, up the hill. At the top, under a giant and ancient tree, they stopped and stared, each into the other's eyes. Neither had a single thought or word that was able to surface, they existed in a single moment of divine distraction from the wretched realm of reality and all focus, all effort, energy, empathy and all, it crumbled in the glaze of each eye and melted into unspoken drop, the uncontained joy that could only be kept in silence and tears.