He can’t break the glass.

That’s the only escape.

The only one that he can see.

He’s searched every crevice.

Wanderedevery passageway.

Trying to find it.

Trying to find the way out.

Trying to find the way back to everything that he once knew.

All the pleasure.

All the pain.

All the heartache.

All the regrets.

But there’s no way back.

There’s no way out.

He can’t break the glass.

Freedom doesn’t exist anymore.

They’re watching me from the ceiling of the cavern.

More beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen.

Bright.

Full.

Lushious.

They’re smiling at me.

Sweetly like I just said something funny.

One of them unhooks herself from her Perch and begins to drift down.

Down.

Down.

To where I’m lying on the floor.

She kneels over me.

Still smiling.

She kisses me.

Sucking my last breath from my lips.

I have no mouth and I must scream but I can’t think of any words.

What a place to be trapped in. What a state to be trapped in.

There are eyes in the walls watching my every move.

They cry tears of blood when they see what’s being done to me.

I cannot see him.

The one.

The one who keeps me here.

The one who causes me pain to try to lessen his own.

It won’t work.

He knows this.

But all that he can do is just keep on trying.

Dead men speak no words but the language that only they can understand.

It’s quiet now in the darkness but for the fans still spinning despite the lack of power they’ve been going so long that they just can’t stop.

Shadows move without bodies running down the halls screaming silently searching for the exit that doesn’t exist.

It‘s quiet now, quiet and cold.

I hate you.

I hate the way you move.

I hate the sound of your voice.

I hate looking at you.

I hate being around you.

I hate the fact that you’ve come here and ruined my peaceful and quiet serenity.

I hate that you seem so happy.

I hate that your talking and laughing to other people like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

I hate that I don’t know how to talk to you.

I hate that I don’t know how to be your friend.

I want to talk to somebody by there’s nobody here with me right now. Anyway none of the people who I see during the times when I’m among other people would want to talk to me. They all seem so well put together, so much better adjusted to the ways of the world than me but I also know that they have their own problems and insecurities. I can’t see them but knowing that they’re there comforts me.

Cold eyes stare out from the dark,

They don’t judge, they’re just looking for entertainment,

Unfortunately the only thing to look at is me lying in my bed unable to sleep,

They forget I’m there until I move again,

I’m pretty sure they’re getting frustrated but at the same time I’m glad that we’re all having the same level of fun.

Idiotic joy that covers me like a blanket.

My fingers feel feeble wrapped around hers but I want to keep a hold of this grip for as long as possible.

She leaves a trail of kisses down from my mouth, over my chest and stomach and comes to a stop at the hem of my shorts.

Sparkling eyes meet mine, asking a silent question. 

I nod and she proceeds to release me from the last of my worldly concerns. 

Neat little girls dressed up in lace, waiting backstage for show to begin.

Time slows to a crawl for both the performers and audience alike as the anticipation builds.

A devilish pair of eyes watching from the back of the auditorium, waiting to behold a very specific spectacle. 

Beverly, one of the dancers can feel his presence despite the distance between them. It sends a chill up her spine. 

Sleep has settled over the city. The performance was a success and most of those involved as well as the spectators have retired for the night but two remain awake. 

Soft hands slide over sensitive flash.

Gleaming eyes shine in the darkness, locked onto each other as bodies move together.

The aftermath is wordless as always. Nothing needs to be said.