Acid Rain

Wander the streets of my scar city. Gawk in awe at the lengths they stretch. The depths they reach. The lands they cover. They are far more expressive than my forever screaming eyes. 

The eyes that I am always pleading with. Pleading to just be silent. The eyes that make your breath rush from your lungs. The eyes that constrict and squeeze your heart. Your heart that is beating at the speed of concern. Beating at the speed of fear.

Each sound you emit echoes between the lines on my skin. Allowing me to easily read what your feeling. Just as easily as you can read the stories I have painted on my decaying walls. My walls. They used to stand so tall. They kept me protected. Separated. Now they are just obstacles to stumble over. Obstacles which I am unsure whether to rebuild or demolish.

Where are my manors? Welcome. Welcome to my city. My city where my mind is free to create disturbing fantasies and pick apart every flaw I see. My city where my mind is free to make endless lists of how I trashed the day and indulge in glass and metal that eat away at my flesh like a steady acid rain.

You were so excited to arrive. Now you are questioning whether to stay. I swear to you. You have no reason to be afraid. I am very violent. Though you will never be the aim. I only harm myself. Please enjoy your stay. If you hear odd noises. Such as running water or crinkling wrappers, late at night. Do not be alarmed, I prefer to expand my city under darkness's cover, rather than in the exposing light.