The Root of Rouge

 

I could feel him behind me

Nothingness

No soul, no weight

Taking it all

Without even a whisper

 

I’m blinded

I scream like a mad hatter

Static is all I see like in

The old 70s screen TVs

Dread is now painting

My portrait in black

I can’t move back

I can’t move forward

I’m stuck in a crack

Body burning

Through and through

There is no mask left

But the root of Rouge remains