Escape

Tuesday 17th 1998. Escape… I felt an atomic bomb erupt from within me, as I the being I am raged an unending battle against the person that is I. My internal thoughts betraying my external actions, I was left in a state of absolute irrepressible rage. I tumbled and tossed, tried heavily to regain control, but I had already been left one soul with no body. A chilling silence flew through the air, living me numb as I accessed my present vicissitude. I had collapsed in myself living me as a dead but yet leaving being. I heard voices talking to me, distant voices, and almost silent ones sending a trigger through my spinal cord. I looked at my pale and blood-deprived self in the mirror… I saw the devil within me, struggling, yes! Struggling to gain control of the power station that is I. A quick hit by reality sent me into a shock-absorbed state of mind, I loved the fact that I hated the person I had become. I, a mere shadow of what I used to be, sat floating away in the illusion I had created within me. My thoughts melting in my actions, my behavioral qualities being lost in my emotional obscenities. All I could feel was a schizophrenic voice that said, “escape”.