Solid ground, where are you now? I float above solitude’s sound. I float above, escaping the chaos. Clamoring patrons. Failing to fall for the false sense of…Happy now? Echoes in the chamber. Everyone is in the chamber - my wings turn to amber.
My soul is detached from my body. I hope she’s coming with the lightning. I’m sick of sitting here waiting, pausing, hoping for the end of our murder.
And the order is death.
Death defying diligence, perform magic. Get us out of here. The pain is powerful; a prowess. Arrogance altered by the current in my current state.
I sit looking backwards; forwards, with no words. The hype of the animal distorts me. I see me, I am me, there are no trees. Forever hungary. I feel me.
I am me.
My family.