They say that tragedy brings out the best artistic skill in people, whether it be in music, art, or literature. I never really completely agreed with this, thinking that anything good can be produced no matter the circumstance or mood. The subject matter would just be changed. I am now a believer. In the midst of a mediocre depression, I bring you my finest piece of work I believe I have ever created. Though you almost certainly will not understand what the hell it is, I will explain if asked to do so. And thus, I bring you, Natural Reaction

Natural Reaction

Question.
An intense suction, a prolonged release.
A colorful darkness,
electric pulses…
a flush of light, and reality.
Invisible mediums permeate the shell,
failure and shock.
Unnerving signals,
a vacuum, quickly released,
signals
warning of flooding.
electric pulses.
Inaudible exclamations.
Acceptance,
disbelief,
naivety.
Electric pulses.
The end of the world and all happiness.
An apology of no significance. Lies.
Revelation.
The death of a face,
the prolonged life of the tormented.
Electric pulses.
A false reply, the sustainer of life cracks.
Vertical movements,
false statements.
A shifting earth.
Self detestation,
odium forced upon the similar opposite.
Electric pulses.
Final, reluctant acceptance.
Apology, insignificant.
A forced curve, a false statement.
Alone.
A line creates a circle. Immobility.
The dam breaks, the blood is spilt.
Internal storms,
external calm.
Forever fake sunshine.

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