Diary

Rocks

Why can't skeletons be as quiet as they should be? I wish they stopped dancing and enjoying without me; I wish they weren't like the birds that say everything they think and please, and to be like rocks that hold the deepest secrets. But I can't find them, I'm still searching for rocks because the secrets within their souls are the secrets told by ancestors and the living forms since the beginning of all. I guess they could hold a little more, right? Oh! How much pain do these chains make me feel! I am trapped in my own thoughts and this cage is getting smaller and stronger. I cannot move and I cannot breathe. Dragons spit fire to my side and I can feel the burn in my mind. They fly around me creating a big fire tornado, that burns me into more hell, demons hold me tight for me to not to move. The pain is one I can't bare. I feel I'm dying but for some reason I am still here. I can see my skin turning into nothing and the blood won't drip because of the heat but I still feel it there. Tears start flooding the cage, and look, the fire stopped but the burn is there. Steam rises from the pool I've created and not even one single part of my body is covered in skin. Oh, I wish skeletons where like rocks! But now none of them are here. All I have are demons in my side, demons that came within my heart. But I think I've got the shivers. I can't feel my body, I'm in a awake coma and I can see the blood pass by my own self, So red, so pure. I want to sleep in a eternity of a dream but this nightmare won't ever end. It follows me everywhere, it makes me to bleed and shatter. My heart is ill, clowns won't stop laughing at me and their smiles won't stop opening wider wanting a piece of my soul. They stare from above and drops of blood fall into my face. Those were the bodies of my skeleton friends. But I see they don't care, they still dance to our songs. Oh! How I wish skeletons where like rocks.