The black magic known as Art plus randomness

another vent

I open my eyes.

It's dark...
always dark.

I hear nothing.
Complete silence...

Silence.
It scares me.

So so bad.
Because behind it all...

Is the truth.

The silence scares me cause it holds the truth.

I close my eyes again.

Back in 'reality'

I look at the people swarming through the halls of the prison

Heading to the next useless 'class'

I head to mine.

Social Studies.
Oh how I hate social studies.
How does it help me?

I look at the phone in my pocket.
I smile.

I think to myself.
'And just how is everyone?'

I look at the board.
And listen while my mind sinks deeper.
And deeper.
And even deeper.

Into the dark.

I wonder...
'Will you go dark? Or will you search for light?'

And
'Will you shut out your voice, your mind, your heart, your body, and finally open your feelings?'