Cold autumn evenings where the chaos and the madness from the outside begin to simmer away, whilst the rumblings and clashing’s within my mind begin to pick up at a rapid pace.
Skies are morphing and greying, just like they’ve always been before, as I make my way gently down these dark and lonely roads during the depthy corners of the night.
Lock up, make haste. as the storm begins to make it’s way; flashes of barren bodies and skin on skin cuts in and out of my mind as I let it drift as I walk through open doors.
I’ll grab the fuel that I need and spark up the poison I seek in order to make it through these long and darkened nights; for unlike the many nights before these – the blackest I shall ever witness still await.
Eyes tired yet open, whilst mind awake yet dreaming, I stand still as the gentle evening rain caresses my skin, like a mist settling upon dark and murky pond during the midnight hours.
As I inhale the fumes that consume my lungs, whilst also my greatest fears, I stare deep into the beyond as I turn neon keys, sparking an ignition that will bring this reality as I know it to it’s knees.
Finger on the throttle like a trigger I’ve now begun to move towards irreversible spaces, riding down the barren lanes, eyes fixated on the black – as I become one with the night, once more.
