No title Little water-feet Dancing across splayed Wind-rocked limbs Far above tiny Green-feathered clumps Twisting with the air Silent star-eyes Drifting across black Velvet-night skies Staring down Upon tortured people Looking past rich Sharing in the pain And terror they feel As their world closes in. Ramblings of a lost mind I fear I'm losing my mind. I am hyperaware of everything, constantly searching for quick escape routes. Assessing my friends and family, for weak points during combat. Jittery and jumpy, starting at the slightest noise. Does this mean I am prey? Do I feel hunted? Is this how a cornered rabbit feels, with their end quickly approaching? I cannot stand this. There is no easy way out. Death is ultimately what will become of me, whether I do it myself of perish at the hands of another. Do I even have the guts to end it? Would I stop? It would I not care? I cannot say for sure. I feel myself slipping....I cannot hold on much longer. He is the on fading ray of light....but he turns away. Crushing me, just like others have. I am alone....all alone in the fading darkness and the closing walls..... Possibly more to come....I apologize for the depressed-ness of my recent posts.... Oh well. ._.