Cha0sM0nkey

Hands slipping free I try to release my hold on the world… Reluctantly I am drawn back. Dissolving into the acidic existence that is I. Slowly melting from existence. Diseased and rotting from the inside out I give up. Quietly slipping back into the darkened corner. Waiting. Life exists around me. Trying to pull me back into the light. Smokey thoughts bang around in the clutter of my mind. Beacons hopelessly  awaiting my return to light. The patient angels tread heavy on my memory caressing my soul in cradled divinity. Mechanically tethered I continue to give way. Less human by the moment. The slow press of blood inside my

She walked the side streets listening to the click of her heels against the cobblestone. Chasing demons and ghosts around every corner and looking ahead to the slightest glimpse or flash. A breath of wind whispered against her cheek. A smile falling below  the sparkle of her eyes as she walked. A warm drink, a cold night. Lights on the  water shimmering in a dance. A trick of the eyes. It is a long night.

The Darkness Swallowed me whole and I Screamed out... The noise seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. Inside rushing with a push of blood and and adrenaline. The voices talking around me... Quiet but hurried. My Demons are real... they chase me where I live. Hunt me in my dreams. All that is real falls away under the medicinally sterile beep. Discomfort. Locked in a prison. The dragons circle outside the walls, Wings beating the air in a monstrous display of patience. Chasing away the iridescent vision of angels in waiting. Breathing deep into me they drag the humanity out of me a piece at a time. Rending flesh from