Digitally

Abstract battle faced by my immature perception. Terrible work of 10 minutes time.

Point. Blank. Mind.

Devices.

Gentle light exuding, comforting and condemning.

Simultaneously.

Point. Blank. Mind.

A double-edged sword.

At every instance evil is sliced, I receive a small scratch.

Weathering.

Point. Blank. Mind.

Sword's back end.

Glares with it's many pronged heads.

Calling.

Point. Blank. Mind.

Faces.

Each head, leaving a confetti of scratches.

Littering.

Point. Blank. Mind.

Until pointing blankly is rendered useless. 

And my only vessel is the mind.

Author's Note

Abstract battle faced by my immature perception. Terrible work of 10 minutes time. Just felt like I wanted to get something down.