Cradles

I live inside my own world of make-believe...

His entire life, fourteen-year-old Elijah Dunn had no friends but the ones he made up.

Kids screaming in their cradles, profanities...

His friends, all very young, are slowly driving Elijah to insanity, as they seem to speak to him in his mind.

I see the world through eyes covered in ink and bleach...

Suddenly, the made up friends tell him to kill.

Cross out the ones who hypocrize and watch me weep...

A group of hits have been bullying Elijah. But his made up friends want him to get revenge.

I love everything...

Elijah goes completely insane. He agrees to do what he is god My his made up friends.

Fire spreading all around my room...

The next day, Elijah lets them bully him and kick him and punch him.

My world’s so bright...

He does this because he knows today is going to be their last.

It’s hard to breath...

With the help of his made up friends, he gets the tools needed to kill them.

But that’s alright.

Elijah is ready to watch them burn.

Hush.

'This is a short story I’m currently working on. It’s based off the song Cradles by Sub Urban. '