The fence holds me back. 

It´s barriers confine me and leave me with just enough room to breathe.

My mind is blank. 

I can´t even remember my name anymore.

The fence speaks to me.

He reminds me of every fear and every flaw I have.

Happiness isn´t a feeling anymore, it only exists in the alive human flesh.

I am dead.

My tissue is rotten and black. 

The heart is still left with a hint of red.

Red is the hope that still remains.

Red is the hope that I´ll survive. 

It´s the fire inside of me that won´t back down.

The fence gate fastens itself shut, leaving me secluded. 

I want to breathe again, I want to feel alive.

But what if the burning of the dead flesh heals the fence? 

What if the burning slowly kills me, but is worth the pain?

I run until I feel the piercing.

The fence feeds off of my blood like an angry monster.

And I feed off the negativity as if it´s my future.