This Is It

This is it.   This is where it all ends.  This is where it all falls apart.  This is where we say goodbye to friends.  This is when it all ends.  When the heart begins to bleed and the seed seeps through cracks in my head.

Revolution, Evolution, 

Evolution, Revolution.

Production.

This is the edit of pure thought.  Pure thought that knows no boundaries.  The pure thought that strikes terror in the innocent.

Raw thought. The brain contrives to regress to the former state.  It has a mind of its own.  Lock down.  Hold back the Super Ego.  It’s too much of a narcissist.

Mirror the terror

Terror the mirror

Reduction

Too small to even think.  Crowded into the corner.  Darkness of one. That was a dream.  This is the nightmare.  This is the horror we faced in the event of my disclosure.  Night falls fast and at last, I am gone.