Despite this
beautiful, forgotten
truth there is nothing.
The
world is no longer what you once percieved it to be, no longer a silvery vale draped over your head to cover your eyes from understanding or realizing your own forgotten envious
misery of
boredom and disbelief.
Eyes shine bright, their shadows echoing off of glass a thousand miles away.
Echoing off of the walls around you, those four white walls that hold your mind
captive.
Beings form around the edge of my
mind, releasing a poisonous vaper-like fluid that makes me forget, makes me stop fighting.
There is nothing but the driving will to live, with that comes the undeniable
need to fight with teeth clenched and
wide eyes.
Ever-seeing eyes
squint sneakily from inbetween branches and tops of walls.
Ever-seeing eyes do not blink, falter or fade.
They see me.
I keep walking.