Madness

I walk with lightness. My feet don't touch the ground. Something like a knife rises in my stomach to meet my tears. As I walk down the long corridor, my thoughts twist around my eyes and make music called tears. I reach, but can't touch. I look, but can't see. My heart's beating fast for fear of what's really infront of me. I've been walking on this journey for years and finally I've reached what seems to be the end. I feel sound and hear heat. I taste blood and see lust. (to be continued..)