The blackness that fills up the shadows of my mind in the daylight creeps down my spine, under the stars and into my blood. My heart beats are muddled with these veins full of lead. Blood splattered walls and decomposing kindness are everywhere I turn. I cannot escape my own violence, my muscles taut from a fixation with unborn iniquity.
But there is no need for concern. I run, sprint, from these nightmarish ideas and these inky, wicked words that take refuge in my dreams.
I awake changed. My subconscious, a worthy adversary. Battle scars, invisible.