round the corner
"How are you?" asked the lady in blue. I wish I could say. I wish for a pill to kill me this instant- My mind hymns a rhythm -"not enough" I scribble in newspapers, searching for something yet to be found. Jumped into a pit thinking it was a pool. My stomach gushing me out of me, is it... anxiety? dancing like a demon, starving. It's exhilarating- A nector giving me scars. "More lies or one death?"- Dead silence was a music! I can barely trust myself to live, killing has been my hobby since I was a kid.