Invisible pages. Day two.

Invisible pages. Day two.

Dear invisible pages
I'd call you diary but I do not believe in trapped thoughts nor binding such expression of a tormented heart
Today brings forth an illusion of my mind frost amongst the trees making my vision impaired
All shadows aim for my heart as it beats vigorously
out of it's natural perception
Hes there somewhere i can feel his breath like a burning string
That of a killer wasp , a hornet
Repeatedly inflicting it's torture
Upon my white flesh
The air has a haunting like no other, the breeze like whispering ghosts surrounded by a cold and frightful memory i just can't piece together , their voices so faint but echoing the boundaries their everywhere i turn ,
My sanity tormented turning tables insane .