Red Matter

To aptly describe the moment, I would have to have an outbreak of anger and rage, leaving remnants of wire and glass shattered on the floor. Decibles, estimated and rounded to one hundred, they pumble my ear drums and split through the skin and into the hollow vessel. It rips through my senses, and commits a profound arson. My, my, options shrink as the red matter is injected to my inner core. A petrifying black hole emerges from my heart and buries me alive, comparing and contrasting the right and wrong in me. Before I am split into oblivion and cast out to a 9th dimension, I am stricken by an invisible force that binds me to a tree a stitched scar. Two things seperated, and bound back together by that... red matter.

A dense colony of dead memories and undecided prophecies. No words, haha it's gone. I'm gone, for the moment.