Things float around me. Letters dance.
And I hear voices telling me,
“Go, let some blood fall”
I see visions, of me following the voice.
Fear envelopes me. DID I REALLY DO THAT?
I AM CAPABLE OF SUCH BRUTALITY
Panic sets pursuit. I run. Far….. so far!
Maybe my…… NO! NO! IT CANT BE.
I did not commit a crime! I fall to the ground
Incessant flow of something I was made to do.
I curl up in a ball, and just wail my heart out.
I CANT LET IT CONTROL ME.
The person who I thought I…..hugs me, soothes me
Saying, “What you saw was not real, and I am here for you”
I can’t let it control me.