, people, flashing through my head, meaningless. Laughter and screams
seem as one, and nothing is the way it should be. Cities
, on fire, madmen laughing in the rain
My dreams are noticeably absent of sugarplums
I sit down with myself, crying
. My friends sell me pills
, their eyes wide with drug-induced glaze. I build fires for warmth, but there is no wood to feed it, no spark to start it. Animals watch
me from the corners of the clearing
, waiting for my energy to run low.
, trembling under my feet as I walk, speaking of love to a stranger, seeking her advice. 'Bid me discourse
,' she says, 'I shall enchant thine ear
.' Friends, now enemies, attack me, breaking my bones
. I don't dare cry out, they would only laugh.
, with plush chairs
and a fireplace
is where I sit, speaking with a friend, all others suddenly unimportant
. My hand strokes the fur of a panther
, who coolly rests at my side. Vines
cover the walls, hanging from the ceiling. Marble floors
, a checkerboard that causes my head to spin.
. A sickness, a disease, and I am the carrier
. No-one knows, while loved ones
seek me out, infecting themselves in the process. I would take my own life
, but my body is containing it. Were I to die, so would everyone else
. Forced to kill those who've done me no harm, I weep
And I pray that one night, I will not.