What's In Store?

MARVEL at what appears to be a new creation

I travel down a crimson path created out of my own indignant thoughts

These plague my mind always…Every day…Scratching at the back of my head.

I hear their voices…Like an echoing owl on my discombobulated psyche

Remember, remember the fifth of November… John

I must save John before it’s too late

But yet it has already happened

BOOM

The dynamite in my head explodes and goes my knowledge

Flooding onto a canvas as my body empties

I am gone

I could not save anyone.