Act III

Let’s focus more inward shall we
overcoming sleep and fatigue
phantoms and spectral bases
forcing me to believe what is not real
these being that I am fine
and normal
and ready to be alive
and deserving of such
Oh how can the mind love
if it is consumed in confusion
my sanity net has been cut and torn into pieces
the threads wound together into balls
and being used to make flags and dresses for the spoiled
fucking me over in ways I couldn’t even do to myself
the blues of the new sun have started to fade to grey
and I can to nothing but pray, prey, and play
but only when these images go away
will I be able to force myself asleep
you forced me to create
then tell me it’s not true
well, neither am I
and neither are you
So with this love that has consumed me
it has been the blade that cuts the strings of my net
and you are the seamstress sewing it into a useless fashion
but what of me
I feel like I’m sinking with what was once my heart in my hands
as it slowly dries out, it crumbles into dust
it is at this point I know what must be done
I slowly grab the remainding strings of my net
I force it around your neck
It all seems exciting as the extremities of my demise flail about
but I know it’s for the best
I her you scream with delight
and choke on your laughter
I know you’re enjoying this as much as I am
I know you understand, you always did
you slap at my hands
but I can’t hug you yet, we’re not done
my mind is racing as I feel you start to sleep
you must be exhausted from all the fun we’re having
I check to make sure you aren’t awake
as I slowly set you down on the balcony
you are too beautiful to hide inside
I stand you up for the world to see
but your hair gets in the way
the world cannot see your face
I run inside and get you twin blades
I cut of the hair and put it in my pocket
I stand you up again
your face is radiating in a dull way
but you are so clumsy and you fall
I didn’t know you could fly
I jump up and down, giggling
we should do this more often
I am so jovial as I run back home to join you
this is so fun
I make it home and the grey has spread unto the walls
the screams have stopped for the time being
I fashion the hair into a necktie
it seems fitting
you always said I looked good in a suit
but it’s too loose
I loop the tie onto the hook that once hung the plants
why did you let those die?
they were pretty
they were the only things that stayed green
when everything else was grey
but soft, the chair under me slips under my clumsy feet
I guess we are both clumsy
we have so much in common
I can’t wait to meet you
where everything is blue again
where the cold is comes when we wants to be close
and the heat is ever present
I feel the same happiness you felt
I feel lightheaded with ecstacy
I let out a mussitation and slowly let the grey finally fade to blacks
I see the light, no, two lights
one is white and another is filled with reds and oranges
I’ve heard which one is heaven
but white is so boring
I walk to the orange one as the heat builds up
I love the heat
the white light turns to blue
I maintain present path as the heat intesifies
I finally make it to a door
it open and I am greeted with flame
I know now I have made a mistake
but oh well, I love the heat
I can’t wait to see you here
I leap into the flames as I look back at the blue light
I see you standing there, pointing
and with a grimacing smile,
I feel regret and sadness
for the first time I feel
This is where I’ll burn…