Psychotic

Sickening depths peaked in my stomach as I took in the calamity. A quiver met my knees as a panic touched my heart. A collide of thoughts bombard my mind as my eyes strain.
Fear struck my soul in the glimpse of destruction brought upon the innocent. Guilt free, I see his silhouette cascade down the stairs. Seeming unresponsive; I just stood there.
My attention called out of the nightmare by rasping voices. I didn't want to go, I couldn't.
The could grip around my porcelain arm; yanked into reality.
Reality? Is that of such visibility anymore? Does such thing exist?
This world is a blur of numbness and incoherence; maybe i'm psychotic and it's all transparent.
- Lou