Let it Rain.

Enraptured by the impregnated black clouds.

Smothered.

Leaning against the rusted railing

Cold.

Feeling the wind wash over her
Cleansing her of all her inhibitions

Feel the rhythm.

She trembles with anticipation.

The Pulsation.

The ashes of the sky goddesses
Are about to soar through the gray skies

Follow me.

In a beautifully long arc
Into the false sense of warmth,

Below, far below.

The extended arms of the miserably lit landmass below.

Sacrifice.

Gazing intensely into the eyes of the coming storm
She channels her frustrations
Into a solitary ray of Feeling

Your freedom.


And loses herself
In the throes of the oncoming thunderclaps
And loses herself


Beautiful hallucination.
*Thunderclap*


In the embrace of the cold droplets of
The tears of the Ones above.


And loses herself
Within herself.

Within.
Within.
Within.


Submerge.
She whispers.
Drown me

Within.

The Only Car.

Inside the fire,
I struggle to speak,

with

Styrofoam cups of whiskey blues,
Smoke left hanging in the air.

Gloomy as it may be
Drive the car I must.

Congested throat,
It's like I swallowed a boat

Dreary eyes and
Faltering feet

I Scamper out of the way to let the feeling pass

Just a little pin prick
But I am sick.

Taut nerves.

Catch a glimpse
Can't catch her eyes.

Keep driving my son.
Keep driving.

The Road To Nowhere.

In my infancy, all I saw was flashes of technicolor strewed across everything that seemed real.
Brilliant arrays of vivid bright light then creeped in to my field of vision, letting me see beyond what the predestined haze of obliterated grayness let me see.

I am going nowhere.

My life is but an intensified chess game between the forces of good and evil; I chose my path solely because the dark auras of social stigma pushed me roughly across the borders of black and white lines of self actualization, into a universe where everything is just a matter of following the herd into the pits of raging fire.

I have ceased to think for myself. Brainwashed I am, by the millions of tiny atoms of media-infested force fields that stray deep into my minds, erasing my ability to conceive for myself.

Stranded I am, on this rock in the middle of a great raging ocean, driven by a furious urge to throw it all away and get swallowed by the depths of blue, never to be seen, never to be remembered again.

All my life has made no sound, except for the bells I hear on odd occasions, noticeably louder each time, signalling the end of our time. It is too late to fight off what has taken a cold grip on my life. It is too late to unburden myself of the chains that hold me down to the ground. I am being led into a void of nothingness.


I speak for the world, dear readers.

We are going nowhere...