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His fingers trace along the rubber knot down his arm as he takes in a sharp breath.
So close. Almost.
Nerves connect to an interpersonal craving and he takes a dose of saccharine desire.
Want.
A conspiracy for those that see, and blind to all who know. Lividly restricted emotions course through his being and red is all he sees.
Light filters through a fine screen and every particle reminds him of separation. piecing, piercing to his center now. So black stains the beat, black lines the red, and his eyes roll back...
The air loses circulation and he remembers what makes it stop.
His brain can keep secrets, shriveled in a ball creeping in the corner of his mind.

Peeking through decaying matters the red is there again. Desolation, dust, rust, and spheres float from ceilings, the walls are fluid and silent at once. Pressure builds from the outside in, and rounding the corner trepidation ascends.

A click goes off and the half lit wheel spins into action. He clutches his chest and squeezes his eyes, the journey is weighted.
Water wells in irises green with confusion. The universe. The expansive space giving birth from hearse.
Collapsing onto the ground, this desolate hall gives no name. It's reaches are overgrown, and horror nearer shown. His breath is shallow and body begins to still.

If flames could be born they'd begin inside us licking every atom singeing the edge of our awareness. Our blood whispers and boils as we writhe in understanding, when the fire starts, we can only come down.

His eyes drift close into a dull senseless peace.
The only way the terms come, he calms.
The future knows never what it leaves.

Description
His fingers trace along the rubber knot down his arm as he takes in a sharp breath.
So close. Almost.
Nerves connect to an interpersonal craving and he takes a dose of saccharine desire.
Want.
A conspiracy for those that see, and blind to all who know. Lividly restricted emotions course through his being and red is all he sees.
Light filters through a fine screen and every particle reminds him of separation. piecing, piercing to his center now. So black stains the beat, black lines the red, and his eyes roll back...
The air loses circulation and he remembers what makes it stop.
His brain can keep secrets, shriveled in a ball creeping in the corner of his mind.

Peeking through decaying matters the red is there again. Desolation, dust, rust, and spheres float from ceilings, the walls are fluid and silent at once. Pressure builds from the outside in, and rounding the corner trepidation ascends.

A click goes off and the half lit wheel spins into action. He clutches his chest and squeezes his eyes, the journey is weighted.
Water wells in irises green with confusion. The universe. The expansive space giving birth from hearse.
Collapsing onto the ground, this desolate hall gives no name. It's reaches are overgrown, and horror nearer shown. His breath is shallow and body begins to still.

If flames could be born they'd begin inside us licking every atom singeing the edge of our awareness. Our blood whispers and boils as we writhe in understanding, when the fire starts, we can only come down.

His eyes drift close into a dull senseless peace.
The only way the terms come, he calms.
The future knows never what it leaves.