Thursday Night Is Haiku Night

[zackskellington]

He sits alone, accompanied only by the thoughts swirling around his head and the noises emanating from his speakers.  Where did this change come from?  He wonders silently to himself, pondering the possibilities.  What caused this shift in character?  Various reasons flit through his mind like thousands of little blue butterflies sailing through the air.

darkness clouds my sight
I wander through empty space
it's all in my head

I just slit my writs
please bring me some more towels
there's blood everywhere

I try not to dwell
but i just can't get my thoughts
to let my mind go

trust blown to pieces
shattered like a window pane
is nothing sacred?

rage obscures reason
consumed by great emotion
he makes poor choices

watching the night sky
a light darts across the scene
leaving him behind