Xenospire

I am alone, Walls closing in. Endless white, Imprisoning me by day. Abandoning me by night. White walls, White blinds, White skin of my sun-starved hands. There are splashes of color, here and there. Or at least I would like to think that. They tell me the blanket is blue, But I look and see washed-out grey, And by night it grows paler still. Twin lights on the ceiling Cast the walls a sickly yellow, Room awash in their dull light. To switch them off, To lay down at night, Is to open the door. Then the monsters walk in, Ghosts of days past and yet to come, Here to haunt me in my sleep. So I lay here, awake and alone. Yet I close my eyes,

He slips Out the back door Blood in his eyes Smile on his face Hit the road In the darkness Look at his heart Black as the sky Hide the tears Hide your fears Get the phone Call him back Just one more Time And it flies So high Don't look down Don't even try Haunted mind Holding tight But the Dreams are all gone Howling out again All the pain Left alone In the rain Time after Time And it flies So high Crashing down Out of the sky

Max stifled the moan that was attempting to claw its way out of him, pushing it deep down within himself. His head hurt like hell, as though the nightmare he had just come out of had taken its toll on his body... “Or I'm still just dreaming,” he concluded. That had to be it. “How do you know my name? Who are you? Where are you? Show yourself!” The boy scrambled to bring himself upright, only to flop back down, his body wracked with an electric pain that shot through his already fried nerves. Oppressed no longer, the low moan escaped his lips, and he heard a soft chuckle from the voice. “If only I could move,

When he came home that night, he took the liberty of ranting about it to the unfortunate handful of friends who had yet to head off to sleep. They tried to be understanding, even though the entire thing sounded completely fantastical. Suggestions, though, were scarce, as they tend to be when one is asking for advice about a holographic cube that appeared out of nowhere and can apparently manipulate technology. “That's it. I'm finding out what this thing is, and what it's doing here. I don't care if it takes me all night, I'm still doing it.” He walked over to the silver desk and knelt down gently, wincing ever so slightly from t

The chairs in the waiting area were highly uncomfortable. This was rather surprising to him, considering that this was a hospital, and a fairly new one at that.. It was taking a good deal of effort for him to refrain from whining like a small child, somewhat comforted by the lack of people they shared the room with. Unfortunately, this was based off of an assumption that the technicians were running on schedule- which, of course, was not the case. He got up and walked over to a water cooler. Obtaining a cup was proving itself to be ludicrously difficult. The plastic slipped through his hand several times before he was finally able to dislodg