"Driven mad by the prison he had caged himself in, gone crazy from the steady beat of his heart, he saw it; the soft white when his brain could register no more horror. The muffler of sounds and of feelings until only a single, unidentifiable sensation remains. The overwhelming of the senses, the vague smile that twists the features of the victim. He threw back his head and laughed when he knew what it was.
The start of insanity."
A poetic short story.
I don't own the image, but the words are my babies.
~ Sky Rush