The phone rings,
A dead tone
"You are disconnected from reality"
"I look up"
A mirrored hall,
Images surround me
Laughing,
Crying,
Silent,
I am all, I am one
"A phone rings"
I run, but my feet glide
Upon air never moving
But the glass warps
Bends,
Distorted,
Shatters,
I am in pieces, shards
Slowly join,
I was in pieces, now whole
Climbing through the joined image
Upon the floor,
Grass meets my fingers
Wet with dew, I see stars
Wishing I wasn't here,
As the moment passes
"A phone rings"
"I run"
But the grass sticks to my feet
The stars are falling,
Lighted shards fall around
Grazing my body
Like paper cuts
Clean,
Deep,
Pain,
Claims my mind, I pass out
While sinking deeper,
Blurred sight, meets silence
I awaken to the phone ringing,
"I pause"
My hand reaches forward
"Pauses"
I move away, a shiver reverberates
To the sound, I walk away
The phone rings & rings & rings...
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
The phone rings,
A dead tone
"You are disconnected from reality"
"I look up"
A mirrored hall,
Images surround me
Laughing,
Crying,
Silent,
I am all, I am one
"A phone rings"
I run, but my feet glide
Upon air never moving
But the glass warps
Bends,
Distorted,
Shatters,
I am in pieces, shards
Slowly join,
I was in pieces, now whole
Climbing through the joined image
Upon the floor,
Grass meets my fingers
Wet with dew, I see stars
Wishing I wasn't here,
As the moment passes
"A phone rings"
"I run"
But the grass sticks to my feet
The stars are falling,
Lighted shards fall around
Grazing my body
Like paper cuts
Clean,
Deep,
Pain,
Claims my mind, I pass out
While sinking deeper,
Blurred sight, meets silence
I awaken to the phone ringing,
"I pause"
My hand reaches forward
"Pauses"
I move away, a shiver reverberates
To the sound, I walk away
The phone rings & rings & rings...
