Losing control
theatical_muse topic: Write about losing control.
It's all going wrong. You try, you try so hard, but you're failing everyone. All your fears come rising up inside you, images of possible futures, each more horrible than the last. Noise, confusion, pain that won't subside, not for a microt. No room in your mind to think. The darkness that lies inside you, sloshing back and forth at the core of your being like stinking sewage, pours across your barriers and threatens to drown the part of you that is light. Splinters of the dead pierce your mind, thoughts and desires and feelings not your own, some crying for you to run, some to fight, some to do... other things. Terrible things. And it becomes too much. You scream, cry, collapse, strike out blindly, or try to claw it all out of your head.
Or maybe that's just me.
It's all going wrong. You try, you try so hard, but you're failing everyone. All your fears come rising up inside you, images of possible futures, each more horrible than the last. Noise, confusion, pain that won't subside, not for a microt. No room in your mind to think. The darkness that lies inside you, sloshing back and forth at the core of your being like stinking sewage, pours across your barriers and threatens to drown the part of you that is light. Splinters of the dead pierce your mind, thoughts and desires and feelings not your own, some crying for you to run, some to fight, some to do... other things. Terrible things. And it becomes too much. You scream, cry, collapse, strike out blindly, or try to claw it all out of your head.
Or maybe that's just me.