virtual. demon

When the rain falls down

I think it is clear to say that everyone has experienced and knows what those few moments before waking up are like. A reality where everything feels both imaginary and real at the same time. Those moments that we only see for a mere few seconds a day, were becoming hours within my mind. My body was in a deep sleep, but my mind was scratching away at the sides of my old desk that resides in the corner on the north wall of my bedroom. My mind was at the metal bar top in the pub that Aine and his partner ran. Though, they were never normal. They never would be and never seemed of the sort. Something was always off. Ear splitting vices from drunken fools without faces. Whispers that formed into yelling tales of pain I will follow into. The sights of blood coming from the walls, the bottles and the small drips that fall from my eyes when I do some how find a mirror. Though, everything gets foggy after