Gently my feet dangle from the ground.
Quietly sleeping without making a sound...

Jack is lost in his box.
A cubed gateway that is locked...

I will….
I’m still...

Running and running.
Looking for something...

Two weather beaten doors swing open.
Revealing the open path...

Swirling masses.
Just spewing forth...

Dark locusts.
Eating away at the human conscience...

Closed off little spaces.
Monsters scream as the pulse races...

Pain and pressure forms under the skin.
Hatred and fear will start to take shape again...

The sweat drips off my face.
I’ve tried to look away...

Evil flows through my blood like poisonous lead.
It’s too late. I can’t be saved. My...

Creating more life.
Destroying it, abortion isn’t right...