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.

This is my interpretation of paranoia and delusion. Find the prompts here over here or here.

 

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