"You live in a dream state!"
It is a strange and threatening environment in which I find myself
There are daffodils of the brightest yellow in the corner of every room
Interesting characters meander around and energies clash before the eyes
I have grown to realise in such a place
That it is better to keep your enemies closer to you than your friends
"Joy…you have left a trail of confusion everywhere! Understandably we have taken all liberties away from you! You can no longer proceed with this illusion that you call reality. You have proved the hardest case in history when it comes to desensitisation! All things that we have ensured have been done for your betterment."
Joy keeps her attention focussed on the bowl of fruit on the table before her
The grapes appear an off green colour now and have become wrinkled from age
Her own flesh seems to be showing the same signs of decay as the fruit
"There is purpose to everything I have done of late. I have destroyed the vulture. It broke my heart to see his wings flapping in distress. I stood and watched as he dragged himself towards me. I stared into his eyes which were stained with blood but with no remorse. I looked on at him as he fell into a deep sleep. His body still twitching with disturbing spasms. I knew then that he would not wake up. There will be a time when the wine I sip will not run red from my lips but black with malice. When I have learnt to be as ruthless as you, I will tread the water as you have. Until then you must believe what I have told you!"
Despair is a recognised emotion within the room
The despair of a writer who can no longer put his or her words onto paper
As the artist that can not splash the canvas with any other colour than black
Failure waits patiently in the corner, waiting for Joy to fall
Creatures clamber and climb over her wax like skin
Until there is nothing left to feel but an enraged fever
"What is your name?"
In the familiarity of Joy's room intruders dance freely
And are sophisticated Kings and Queens
They hold their glasses high in a toast as they release cries of laughter
The walls now scream at her
Where there was once peace
Now there is only a cacophony of sounds that echo Joy's despair
As she bids goodnight in the hope that calm is brave enough to lull her to sleep
"If it is to be a false sleep where I am taken hostage by my fears, so be it! I wish for a delay on my destiny."
Time to dream
Vision becomes increasingly difficult
As weight is suspended upon a mattress of metal
Lights suggest danger
As they become brighter towards the end of the corridor
Prayers that the collision with cause will be over as soon as possible are requested
Sterile tiles observe gladly
A burning sensation rips through the senses
Saliva runs freely from the mouth as muscles lose their right to contract
The eyes grow weary of expecting to focus and somersault backwards
As seconds push forwards
A regular beating becomes an irregular pounding in a concaved chest
With eerie reasoning
It would seem that God has taken their side after all
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