Thy eyes see nothing but blackness.

Like an empty space connecting to my world.

A book that has been closed.

I am placed to live on a shelf of lies.

My life is an untouched coloring book.

Tis the rainbows of nature that are extinct.

Red roses are decaying.

For beauty is nothing but a beast fighting within me.

I’m draining out the blood.

With one slash I am breaking.

Rain is pouring down from the red clouds.

I touch it with my fingers wiping it off and causing a smear.

Lighting is striking my pumping center.

Electrifying it with a burning sensation to take on to ashes.

An undeveloped butterfly that hasn’t earned its wings.

I am living in a cocoon.

Memories are unremembered.

They’re just movies that I have seen and destroyed.

Time is ticking to the speed of sound.

Life is at its end of the chapter.

A war has begun.

Life and death are the enemies.

For I am living on quicksand.

Written by:

Lynn Sultan