FlatofAngels,Pt.4

Flat of Angels, Pt. 4 - Benedict Cumberbatch

Now for the final part of the four part late night tale stories

Flat of angles

Written by simon cleary

And read by me benedict cumberbatch

I didn't know anything could be so perfect

The lights of the mirabal

A thousands swirling eyes

I dream of relaxing nights

There are loads of people in my flat when I got home

I'm already one for big crowds

Makes me want to retreat into my shell

I'm looking forward to seeing how it turns out

This is a reconstruction

I can't tell how it happened

There are too many angles too many reflections

The harder I look at anotherthe more I see myself

It feels like I'm here alone in this crowd

Myself projected round the room

The mirrorballa beam splitter

When contentment comes upon me

I have to find ways to destroy it

I slide the hairs in the coffee cup up it's walls

Click the catalan while it rushes and hisses

I danced with spiders

One of those spindly ones or legs

And angles made up of lines

Is feasting on it's prey caught up in a mesh

The kettle clicks off

My skin creeps and my head hurts

I need to suffer more

I was feeling too comfortable for a second there I guess

He was there to save me

Alone in a freezing wooden flawed flat which I couldn't heat

He sent me this mirabal ordered on the internet

He came later

I'd had no money for a fewdays

He was desperate for a cigarette

I remembered that when I was younger

I'd hid some in a tin full of movie

Stubs and limited edition

Chocolate bar wrappers

I found that in and inside was one single cigarette

Throwing the stuff aside

I placed the cigarette carefully on my

Dry lips and patter caked my pockets in

A panic

Located lighter and flicked the flame into existence

I drew deeply tobacco and paper

Crackling my alveoli filled my blood vessels roared

My scalp tingled and stomach turned

Hairs on my arm stood up and so did I

Lunging headfirst for the window flung open in one motion

Drinking down the black cool air as my mind shrieked

I can't feel my arms

Now I'm here who's been a happy person

I work hard and try not to let people down

If they would not be there

There would be no one to let down

Things have to be a certain way