Falling Under the Weight

running... running...to the point of not breathing. My destination..no particular place, just sit and listen. Listen to the beat...the heartbeat of a mass bump..thump bump thump is it my heart? I hear words whispered, lies screamed hidden behind a mask of happines..of forgetfulness, anal thought. Doubt is what brings me here, darkness is what keeps me there, shrouding me. Slowly black veiled figures crowd around, I suffocate and fade to black...to disappear and fall under the weight.