Dementors

One wonders abt where fictional ideas find their roots sometimes...

The arguments in the background get louder then softer, then blaringly piercingly louder yet...

Sometimes they're beyond loud and u jst unconciously decrease the volume inside ur head in hopes of clasping on desperately for a moment of peace...

u pray for the souls of all around, the instigator, the affected, the participants of all this verbal hell... u pray for their souls, u pray for ur soul because one cannot hate family.... u fight ur demons inside of u, fearing Allahs wrath for hating a parent...

But he kills my mother with his words...

he sucks the happiness out of us with his unreasonable uncalled for blasts...

he demands attention, only he is right, forever... always...

with almost every passing moment... the smiles cringe inwardly, the heart races from pain....

THUD... thud... THUD... thud... THUD...

pulled in all directions of madness.... arms flailing about to clasp a shred of reason in the insane paralysing havoc created around... discontent is all it finds... sadness... death of smiles... questions... questions amassed, awry, bent, distorted and lost...

not wishing to give up... pray for the saving of their souls...

one does not hate on ones own blood that voice says inside...softly yet firmly, and further yet still, shakily...

Dementor find a whole new meaning inside my vesicle of reason...