my dream
I had a dream last night. Exquisitely detailed, it spared nothing to imagination and thus, spared me no time in reflection. Death is a common theme in my dreams, but rarely am I the one to cause it. Violence is something embedded in my nature, and it seethes out of my skin like puss from an infected wound when I’m like this.
My thoughts are passionately and relentlessly malignant. I hate myself sometimes for the torrential outpouring of malevolence that spews from me.
My eyes are black as I write this, the pupils dilated beyond reason considering the blinding light that spills into my room. I am going to lose myself in a black hole and float endlessly in my self induced torment