I walk along the footpath of despair, slowly diverging from the main road

It’s too loud here, I say to myself, I need to go deeper.

I break into a run, the world around me a blur

Splitting further and further from what I once considered reality

Grayscale kaleidoscope describes my perception

Bright in its distortion, bland in its absorption

I’m running into the infinite darkness tucked deep within myself

As I fracture the air with every breath I take

Ink bleeds through the cracks in my shield

The barrenest of inks, but deadly nonetheless

Silence is so achingly loud in my skin

And I long for the main road voices to retrieve me