poem

[finchkis]

Elura

his mind is a fucking fog,
he dosent know his left from his right.
everything begins to slurr.
His mind tortures him in ways the world can't.
Darkness in to demons,
the fire countiously burns.
Imagination his worst firend.
The worlds whispeared, from the real world to his enemy,
transfered in to darkness,like sharp shards of rusted metal,
love and care peirce straight through him,
the pool begins to flood.
no chlorine to purify his sins.
the tremours come now, darkness shakes him.
lights all the fuck around him,
everything is blurring,
sounds, cars, his thoughts of love killing him.
his earth quake ends.
his eyes go dead,
the pool has over filled.
his thoughts have fled.

-Brandon Ramsundarsingh