I got lost today
Turned my brain up
And watched the flashing images
The man screamed at me again today
Not sure who he is
The bleeding won't stop
The car whizzed by going the wrong way
Why was he going the wrong way?
There's blood everywhere
My scars ache
My knuckles clench
Too loud
I turn it down
Skateboarding down a hill
Catch a rock
Everything seems to
slow down and speed up at the same time
Scraping down the asphalt
I can feel it to the bone
Still too loud
Broke the knob
Shit I broke it
Shit
Everything gets louder
Fuck
The man won't stop screaming
The TV
My head won't stop screaming
Everything is too bright
Fuck I broke it
My fist slams into the door
Once, twice, three, four
I can feel something break
It's the TV
Static
I can't open my hand
At least the blood is dry
About the Creator
Michael Daemon
Michael Daemon, son of an angel and a fallen. One day my story will be told.
***I have a book idea for Michael to be written. I will be keeping short stories here. Otherwise enjoy my poetry and any other short writings I conjure up!***
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