I sat for a year and didn’t care

That death was near and I didn’t know

If I could run from him

Electric eyes stare down at my shoulders. They rotate violently in a series of hypercritical gazes, and with a narrowed focus push images of an abandoned cottage and a demon raven into my dreams.  Am I some experiment or are these portals real? Angels hide in mirrors and break the glass when they see the worst of men. They’ll never speak because God gave them no voice to sing through. He left for they to watch a disintegrating world, trapped without human air to breathe.

The glass breaks and the alarms go off and they fill me with a nothing so strong it makes me sick… but complete. I lie in my bed and sink into the fabric. Close my eyes and I fall through the mattress and into NIGHT. Dark swallows me and the electric eyes now fill the ceiling. This place is foreign and there are mountains as old as the universe. We are all made of stardust. This place is beyond time. It belongs to no known space and it is here that I discover…

We are angels of chaos and live to ask “Why?”