2Am Descent

The numbers and the letters all work together hit suddenly bang you're falling and you're lost and confused and it's almost like you see the world for how it is for a second before you're pushed back into the beautiful world of DIY Youtubers and vloggers you watch the likes pile up on others posts while you sit with your measly five but at least you got five you think to yourself as you sit in the dark wondering if you could be a Youtuber even though your only cameras video is noting like the pros gorgeous crisp and clear picture. The flowers stand out to you, their bright yellow a contrast to the darkened world around them oblivious to all the pain and suffering we see and feel every day. I'm not a monster I scream, a speck in the dust that is this planet I feel ashamed for we make the dust for we make the problems we make the fear the pain we are the root in the sidewalk we would rather die then live we are all broken. China dolls left in the hands of irresponsible children destructive children throwing us left and right but don't worry all the damage is on the inside you're still beautiful smooth porcelain even if your insides are burnt black from the fire that raged inside every second until your tears put it out and filled the empty hole where your spark used to crackle with unyielding energy and your heart that used to beat bright red now dull and almost lifeless held together by strings of sanity stitched using the nails that they drove into your soul and one day you explode. Your skin shatters, no longer beautiful but deadly piercing everyone near your soul a black hole your heart black and dead lay in the center waiting for the one brave enough to brave the dangers of your body turned fortress