lonely city

Looking at him was like staring directly at the sun. blinding, irritating, bright, and afterwards everything seemed a little darker.

a little colder.

but not enough.

not enough to be used as an excuse to keep staring.

*****

his heart was grey and icy. a death poison that spread when he smiled. a lot like this city that towered above you. as you strained your neck looking to the skyline a chill crept into your heart and you knew you would never escape.

*****

eventually the words meant nothing. they fell from their mouths like shit fell from they're asses. it was all to make sure the circle would not be broken. Their biggest fear.

they werent living anymore. they were just existing.

*****

he had died a long time ago. you kept him under your bed so he knew he would always be beneath you. you wouldnt let yourself think about it too much, but there were times you've woken to find yourself lying under your bed next to the bones and stench. you spit and grimace.

you are sure it means nothing.


*****

when you come to this dead end you can do nothing but fall to your knees and eat your own feet off.

you walked all this way.


End.