I stare into an abyss that seems to be endless.
The stars appear and disappear milliseconds apart from each other as if reacting.
It's not black but its nothing.
Like when you close one eye.
It's not blackness but just nothingness - colourless.
The sky seems to be moving as if it's being carried and bouncing over an uneven journey - uncertain of its direct location.
Stars screech in my aching ears and un-coloured eyes and the screams turn to words that don't make sense. Parts of conversations that my sentient body and self try to make sense of. As if someone keeps pressing the mute and un-mute button on a TV.
"We ... Nearly ... Hos- ..."
"There's ... many ... police ... why ... they ... this,"
"I ... stream - ... they ... all ... called ... then,"
"So ... you're ... famous?"
"Kin,"
I can't answer back. It tastes there's likes blood in my mouth and my leg feels on fire.
I can't move.
So I accept the sleep and go into the world of nothingness and stars where everything is fine and the world isn't cursed.
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Stop // skephalo (old)
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