The wheels spin faster and faster as I drift down ever-growing darker pathways and roadways that lead to the last lingering bit of neon that serves as refuge of sorts – in the wake of this crumbling reality. It is all so surreal to me, for though this sun still shines, I can see the glimpses of it’s very death that is destined to happen, the fall of yet another celestial body, the birth of another night. But in the passing of these fragile hours that shall lead to these darkest of moments, I can feel the leaving of this warmth that grips my body to such an uncomfortable state. It is fleeting fast, much like you were, making way for the cold, making way for the blood I’ve so longed to desire.
Am I so evil for wanting flesh against my teeth? Is it insane to want to be buried underneath? For the things I’ve once feared and the things that I once mourned are all once and the same now, nothing more but remnants of a past that I cannot even consider to be mine. This fracturing, this splintering, this separation – all leads to this state of isolation that will soon become the perfect environment for me to meet my evolution, before I am to meet my oblivion. Because as my blood begins to shift, and as the neon lights grow nearer and nearer, my eyes shift and become fixated on the beaming sun which stalks and follows me like a vulture. It is in this knowing that my rage begins to rise and my mind begins to twist and turn, spinning up thoughts from corners and crevice’s I once never thought to exist. And with one small touch of the piercing wind that caresses’ my cheek, leads to the thought that a blade alone will not suffice this time around. For in this moment, I know this sun must suffer an end much slower and much more substantial than the last. For this time around, I will not leave empty handed. This time around, I will kill out of cold-blood.
