314th Post

And so.

Two days of holidays.
Passed in a blink of an eye.

Soaked in alcohol.
And blood.

As i run around aimlessly.
Blinded.
A scalpel is left behind.

My eyes.
Gone.

But it's alright.
I like it this way.

So that i can no longer see.
The petty lies being spread.
At the cost of another human's heart.

Reduced to darkness.
Silence and self isolation.
This is all that is left of me.

Spent in my own prison cell.
In a remote abandoned asylum.