Duality

I place a thumb to each eye ball and push. I know no better way to stop the pain. The release is not quick or sudden, but eventually the ache within dissipates. After writhing in agony for so long, my soul is weary and yearns to be unconscious. I oblige.

I had looked forward to the serenity of darkness. Alas, chaos reigns behind my eyelids. Shooting stars and flashing lights continue to attack me after the violent onslaught to my eyes. Though finally asleep, it seems I shall not be allowed to rest.

The kaleidoscope of colour begins to bind, taking the shape of orange jumpsuits. Then, there are the masks. Faces depicting the worst of human suffering scratch at the inside of my skull. They too beg for mercy. Roused awake by their screams, I once again push my fingers into my eyes.