The Sensation

An evil sensation



Darkness starts to shine upon me,
As I find myself trying to run faster.
Running through the grey harsh concrete,
My feet ache and throb as a sharp blade.
Cutting through the surface of my rough torn skin,
A feeling less painful than the kind of worry my soul feels.
It’s waiting to attack me,
Catching me every step I take.

I am running towards the light. Bedazzlement and bliss. The sensation of the sunshine.

I am running from the darkness. Disgust and obscurity. The sensation of the moonlight.