Three consecutive tones
knotting my telephony
One fistfull of steel burning my hand
Two glares in my two eyes
One darkness in my image
Seven stitches in my head \|\|\|\
one perception twisted
double vision marred
Three bullets droning in my eyes

they don't speak

don't retort

don't disagree

Stitches bind me
Pills alter me
I think I am God
Satan haunts me

along the side of my head and embedded in my face
the cold threads that hold me in my own prison

no walls except my own 

 

 The darker side of Gryphondreams