16.8 MILLION COLORS are visible to a human eye as twice its size make up a lie to a human brain that burns the soul to an anguish relentless darkness. It creeps through the inside of an icy cage of a dirty mind creating whirlpools of reiterated thoughts of pain and betrayal. It forces a person to pull out her soul and hit the cracks for the gravity is too strong where all emotions circle the drain, surfacing from within all at once making the person confused of which to feel and which not. It’s like a razor that pierces one’s throat, igniting one’s misery as she inhales ten thousand lies that come out from another person’s losing cigarette. It’s forever invading her placid domicile, taking turns, burning ashes, destroying her refuge, making her unstable for all emotions are now lurking out of her calm soul, making her brain turn everything out, creating racing thoughts, giving her grandiose feelings that completely oppose reality all in 9 seconds. A struck of another person’s sharp tongue is like a strike of a sword that may gorge her flesh and sink her in her own bowl of rapid moodswing where she will drown in this obvious vast image of unbearable battle between her own two brains and her 9-second rapid moodswing.
NOW, WHO KILLED the person? Who ripped her wounds? Who robbed her heart? Who pierced her soul?
BREATHE before you cover me with your blanket. Experience the smoke that you cover the air. Feel the awkward loneliness that marked my death. Live the loud haunting monotonous silence of my cold presence lying on the ground. I died out of my wounded heart for all million emotions drowned me down, which was triggered out by your malicious mind.
NOW, inhale one last time before you cover me with your blanket. Inhale ten thousand lies that you carelessly drowned me. Now watch me dead and lifeless. You may never realize the ugliness of the world for you were already relentlessly watching me die through the bitterness of your tongue.
A STRUCK OF another person’s sharp tongue is like a strike of a sword that may gorge her flesh and sink her in her own bowl of rapid moodswing where she will drown in this obvious vast image of unbearable battle between her own two brains and her 9-second rapid moodswing.