Invisible pages. day one.

Invisible pages.

Dear invisible pages
I'd call you diary but i do not believe in trapped thoughts
Nor binding such expression of a tormented heart
He waits for me beyond the light
Like an evil lurking through his burning eyes
Silently watching my every move
Calculating the madness of his conviction
The sinister thoughts rushing his blood to boil like a mad man claiming a thrown to innocence
Such pages i fill with invisible ink
The fright and pulsating heart could sink
I believe im upon the very brink of my own sanity clinging to the light
Within desperation.
Nardine Sanderson 25/10/2014.