Insane
...ner of your mind. Where things have been whispering into your head ever since people decided to treat you as if you were simple, a mindless being in there worthless menial lives. You searing soul, setting out to survive the sweeping cloud of society death. So you decide to hold out, doing what you must. You decide to arm yourself, with whatever will stop those voices in your head. They get louder, louder and louder, Do it, stop it all, out, out They get louder, eating away into your mind. Like termites destroying a rundown plywood home. You want to stop it, your head is spinning, and paranoia becomes your nearest, newest enemy, adding on, making you take one more step to the edge. So your walking, your dress is in all black, you think that blackness will make you less noticeable, but it does not help you, the laughter get louder, the voices get higher. Until piercing noises are surrounding you....