overdosed romance

Never have I seen the beauty of dust dance across the midnight skyline. Racing thoughts sit apon my lingering tounge as I dwell on what could have been correction what should have been. My life was one out of billion. It wasn't the easier option Nor the safest but rather an intended course that took place. I never intended for this to happen but it was worth it in some case . the thrill the adventure of suprise suspense and mystery cutting itself to deeper depression. Anyway back to reality I conjured thoughts of a fantasy life that only appear to eyes of complete darkness. Never did I thought that day would be today that I lay apon the broken pieces of pain and wear the wings of a another. A small town near Qoun Roman where those with abnormal mental abilities are sent. This place is a confined prison but otherwise its alright. The wardents lurk after 12 to cause chaos between well "inmates " I'd call it. Their shadows creep beyond the walls and through a tingle down the spine and take over making you feel as if a fictional horror character. All the wardents come with their own mental tale some so dark they've gone mute and sculpted blank wooden mask to cover the face. The mask had holes for eyes and a nose but not a mouth . it was said that their stories were so dark that even a slight movement of their mouths sends you on the verge of insanity. . . One particalur wardent never moved nor spoke nor slept he was as if gods live statute waiting to be shined and polished. No one heard his name. No one read his story. No one dare look into his eyes for it was said they burn the truth out. I couldn't stop my demon. I couldn't pretend to be in a fictional intake corrected by societys prison cells. I had to say something... I had to... I ... Just ... Had too... i screamed for the light. I screamed for his attention i wanted to be heard i wanted a sense of human interaction. Not for long had be been eyeing the inmate infront of me. Watching deep down her soul draining her tears leaving the salt behind in its glass. Her name was rosie. I know her story basdd on what she voiced in her nightmares. She was only 12 when she was raped. Her father had left her with her rapist not knowing the creud reality after 3 years of abuse she ran away caught in the life of being a wardent in the prison. Rosie was the general wardent and her lover the major wardent. The same wardent who never spoke never moved nor slept but silenty watched rosie stuffer the pain he felt. one day while rosie had brought in new inmates someone had it in for her and spiked her brain with a magnetic chip which caused her to go mental her husband made the call to lock her up and never forgave himself after that ......