MdmeButterfly

Sitting here in the dim light nothing can be heard; I stay trapped with in my mind like an endless freak show, a circus of characters from my past are moving like a film stuck and flickering the same images over and over.  Opening my mouth to scream but nothing comes out; just a push of air from my lungs that wish to implode so my brain can stop the poison from spreading to the sealed compartments of my brain.  The happiness but a flicker of light from poked holes of my passed; as these characters play with the shadows upon the cavity of my skull. Another night shall pass and my lids will draw a close to the endless play; till they lift once