Velisren

What part of, you don’t understand me, don’t you understand. I stared into the darkness, and the dark stared, but it was the abyss that ran because it was terrified by what it saw. As void as it was, it was afraid that it would drown in the nothingness of my eyes. A pit lacking in emotion wearing a mask crafted from the rare moments of joy I’ve had. And despite their infrequency, that mask is cracking, and soon will allow in a light of truth I wish I’d run away faster from. I fear stepping in the sun because I don’t want the dark inside to bleed out behind me. And although it matches my every step, every move,

They walk with downcast eyes, unfocused Unsure of what the world looks like Truly, but the weight has pressed On hunched shoulders and slouched backs. There are memories in their eyes Memories of hurts and pits Of black; cast aside, Spit out, unwanted, unfit. They dare not look up, focused For fear of what they might see: Something better than they. They trust That the path below will give them comforting consistency. They walk with downcast eyes, unfocused Unaware of the others around them. For their world remains encased In a prison of walls dark and numb. The walls are suffocating. Whispers of pain echo, Ricocheting off, cutting deep s