Vandal

Eyes set lock upon the front door awaiting the next intruder, all while the back door goes ungaurded. My mind set only on the destruction a vandal can do, I lack to wake up out of this haze. He sneaks in thorugh the back- i hear nothing. Slowly he stripps all that is precious in my quoint little home. He makes himself at home causing destruction. My home/ heart turned upside down, leaving nothing but the filth and stains of a memory. That was my day....

Not exactly how many would see it, but the sting of filth crests the roof of my mouth. It was just one of those days. There was no one to blame, no one to yell at, no one at all. The emotions of the day just seemed to cascade fire upon my, already ignited, house. The phone was disconnected and it seemed bleeck for any water to quench the flames.

Yeah, i see. I know it wasn't exactly like that but the feeling of the heat and the destruction enveloped my mind- leaving nothing but a grotesque chaos.

It wasn't long however i found rest, and the day soon was over. The intensity vanished and i woke up to my house/ heart in one.