Highstrung

Wired to death

Fear crawls alongside the face and body, leaves a deep trace and scars. Blood drips upon the bare feet, as the knife cuts across old memories. Jolt per jolt pushes through the iced core, turns ideas and dreams upsidedown into strange blurred images. More and more emotions get lost as life floats around the numbed mind, while high-loaded energy flushes above the stretched veins. Every fibre shakes with new touches, every cry changes into a assonant melody, keeping the eyelids moving and the pulse steadily pumping. Nothing breaks the cover, nothing breaks the shell, every new stimulus takes more and more breaths away until the body collapses. Wired to death ssemingly, the numbed fighter leaves its cover to travel on. A small line of red wreaths around the wrists as life constantly drips out of the living existence. Just a last sad smile and a tender kiss is the present the person gets trying to save the shattered rests of the existence once deeply adored before the core atomizes. Highstrung and full of energy, now cold and numb without any drive or force to move on, the foremost beautiful etheral creature hidden inside the brute shell is forced to go. Too much stimuli kept the fibres constantly restless, constantly on the lookout for help but there was no hand or love until the energy just dissipated into a useless explosion of overwhelming inward aggression..