Bleak-Rain

He could hear it from a mile away as his mind began clouding over with uncontrolled thoughts. Slowly, wishes that never came true, desires that were never fulfilled, and expectations that were never met drifted in and settled. In his mind, things that should matter didn’t and things that shouldn’t matter did. He couldn’t help it as the useless whispers haunted him. The ambulance got closer. He could almost see it now, the flash of red devouring any other color inferior. By now all grasp of his head has been lost. He simply accepted and no longer fought the notions that came to him. Maybe, the paramedics would see him on the st

Him. His breath becomes shorter and more rapid. The pounding of his heart is so intense that he can almost hear it. He can feel his hands trembling, his legs feel powerless. His entire body seems to be under a wicked spell causing his spiritual presence to lose ties with his physical. The TV flickers like an old black and white movie. He feels as though he’s living a horror movie. The stairs look endless. They’re too dark. Everything seems endless now, especially the night. He thinks to himself that there will be tomorrow. The sun will rise, and a new day will begin. His depression will go away. And yet he can’t help but feel