Pristine walls painted a blinding yellow. Never a dull moment with tons of noises coming from every direction.
Sometimes a medicine is a poison itself. That's how it felt every day despite supposedly being in the place to heal. Scratches following a pattern, but uneven thoughts. A choke and laugh, both sound painful but satisfying.
Red and white merges into one and stains all over the sheets, no one can tell how long they've been there, one can only assume.
Surreal. Was life even a thing or is it another lie? In a world deceitful as this you can only wonder until your brain gnaws on itself.
Yet again it was laughable, and it choked you at the same time. How hollow and dull.
The mad man is mistaken for wise and the wise one is laughed at as if they were mad. You can never escape the dilemma!
Why was I brought here in the first place? Was it my cunning self that brought me to my end? Again, you can only wonder until your brain gnaws on itself.
Drive to target,,
