A silent silhouette
A world without colour
You smile to the crowd
Who laugh at your humourThough no voice can be heard
You still hold clarity
They instead watch you work
With deep sincerityBut a creature watches
His eyes black as burnt coal
Your time to run has passed
What’s its price for your soul
A flickering light
A long darkened hall
You scream at the void
But none hear your callThis man that you see
Strikes fear in your heart
He whispers one word
That tears you apartTheir laughter now gone
Pain as your reckoning
You fall to the ground
The silence deafening
A drop of blood
A whispered word
Your promise kept
Yet never heardHands are shaking
No chance for fleeing
A splash of red
Is all you're seeingYou ran out of time
Time ran out of patience
This string guides your steps
Bring in the next patients
Psychosis: Part 11 (Antisepticeye) by x-Sidonus-x, literature
Literature
Psychosis: Part 11 (Antisepticeye)
“Time ta wake up, Seán…” The Irishman heard his name and immediately opened his sky blue eyes. He recognized the voice as someone he’d talked to recently. 'Nurse Darcy? ' With a glance to his left he saw the nurse from earlier standing there with a smug look on their face. Jack tried to move but his whole body was held down by restraint belts. "The fuck is goin' on? Where am I?" Andrew Darcy let a satisfied grin curl his lips as he watched realization and fear overcome his new test subject. "Ya remember me? Wonderful! Good ta see your memory hasn't been affected. As for where are ya, well, ya can consider it your new home.” With one hand ...