Paper a la Mode

don't scream~
Don't scream.
Bright yellow light beats into my eyes.
Hot heavy flesh on my face.
I can hear the others laughing. Playing. Singing.
I dig at the floor trying to escape.
Don't scream.
My heart is going to explode,I'm sure of it. And this will all be over. It doesn't. I pray for my lungs to stop working and this will all be dark. They don't. Breath, breath, breath.
The steady stream of terror. The dreams of demons. The fear of falling. The hatred of what you are. The fear of what I'll become. Blood. Fresh. Dripping. Mixed. Sweat. Tears.
Running from what I am.
Don't scream.