Slip.Drip.Remove

Side step the bodies on the road.
The road you are traveling down.
What was that you just heard?
You own voice echoing off the concrete walls of your asylum.
Holy mother, Holy father, I-
Wait. Stop. You have been forsaken.
You sold your soul to the demon Emotion.
Was it the vast sea of turmoil that swept you away from me?
COME BACK! COME BACK!
She's gone.
My intent was only to palliate the pain,
But I killed you instead.

Slip.Drip.Remove.

©2010
Morgan Doowrah