Into what light does this darkness harken from? Craving its release from this horrific dream of surrealistic waking terror.
I see no light, no soft pillow to call my own. For I’ve forsaken them and they I. Driven mad by one disease and ravaged by another. Does this heart not deserve better? Has the monster I’ve become clipped my angels wings and left bare the stumps of truth for all to witness as the fallen beast begs for God’s forgiveness.
Shame upon your house for looking into the eyes of death and not shedding a tear. Not a whispered hug or gracious glance. Love to one is not love to all but just a fleeting glimpse of what never really was and yet exististed in time for a time when all stood still in the mornings light of trellised vines and red brick of clay. Childrens chalk and riverfront walks… It could have been so much more. But alass this mass a growth of small size has the power over every thought in my head as this swollen throat dare grasp for each breath. Soon the science and poison will start. The sign read BEWARE. RADIOACTIVE. and I’ll swallow their pills as I do know and I’ll fight and cry, bleed and vomit this vile creature from my soul and just maybe if God grant me the strength there will be a body to return to when this experience is done.