A crotchety cantina hosts a
Malevolent, fetish night...
She reads the text for the 10th time:
"Room 18...
When a song is playing; the one that takes you...
To a place where being...
My head groans
as the world spins in the rhythm...
Freely pilfering through worn pages
Ink haphazardly scrawled...
I set myself
upon myself...
Late at night, after twilight's final courtsy
the heart can sink, like a weighted anchor...
Momma, Do you think I'm insane?
Or Do I run round in circles...
Seek me not in daylight,
You will find I do not dwell there...
"Went out the door without looking back,
you'd think a demon was on her tail...
Humanity has been dead for 30,000 years...
What you see is not...
I wanted to die in fire,
to fade into the setting sun...