Glass Clouds

I run down the street,

eyes fixated on the glass clouds that hang overhead.

one wrong move, one loud thought and they will come shattering down piercing my every vein and slicing through my every thought, numbing my every move ...

I watch my death play out like a movie,

a movie written and directed by a creep, acid dripping fool that "lives" under my pillow.

no sweet dreams find these eyes ...

only fear. fear, of what I've done ... ...

my eyes half shut until the sun comes up and goes back down again, dried out and tired, while I stitch a smile into everyday, hoping the nightmare will one day dissipate into stone.

no longer mirrors of past buried deep within my soul ... ... ....