Checkup and Checkout
Dead.
Fate ran its line with mine
It watched and waited,
and at the right time it let me know that destiny is all too real
I'm falling short, falling down, falling inward
A horror, one that reveals itself at the very end.
I am evil, I am black
I am cold, a ragged jagged laceration
Veins run red, crimson turns to ice.
A black sky, red clouds, and rain.
All I want to feel is the rain.
I want to walk, but all I can do is stand here.
Not moving, not swaying, but shaking.
And it's not the rain.
I suppose you want an explanation. I can't give one. Not because I don't know, but because I don't know how to say it.