Sunday, 5th October 2014
The world underground the growth the cogs the moving up of placement to outside.
The man in the kitchen the 2 daughters the switching of roles the burning of the daughter the fighting of him
The drugs in bags the ecstasy and bleeding the deaths the multiverses the grieving family the candy bars in piles on top of the cabinet the resisting of the drug
The heroin needle inserted the falling asleep the close call to an early grave the too much for the first time
The lust and desire the sharing of each other the world being flamed the devouring of the bodies
The blocked up ceilings of basements the closed elevator shaft the jumping out of an unstable metal coffin the falling of a lover to death the knowing that I killed her
The friend on the telephone the call that I dared to make the answer to all my fears realised the emptyness of the embraces the lies documented in love and photos the absence of me the life I didnt know she led
The house that we holed ourself up in the experiments we conducted the lives and drugs we used the living in multiple times
The family losing a daughter the caring of an accomplice boyfriend the dancing in the world where she is still alive
The 2nd death by bleeding the stomach turning red the rupture scream and fainting not that way to live either
The segment on the tv show the girl dances out of a rising elevator the guy who replaces the girl aiming to humiliate himself just to be on tv
The presenters ever present cameras the advice from the speaker the aim for more than a flash in the pan the purpose of a masterpiece the keeping the lid upon it
The dogs running out in the water the refusal to help him out
The evil inside that mans heart who I could only attempt to fight when I faced him fearlessly
The staring into dreams the waking up in gasps the witnessing of others who I may have been
The crying for the eternal lover who died next to me more than once who I see over and over and who I cant rush towards
The paying of a past debt the torture that I inflicted piled upon me one by one by my own imagination
The hero that I wish to be the fire that I dont want to turn from the facing of the terrifying enemy
The joys I want to help create the graciousness of the dead reborn who I get to meet again
