the night was icy cold.
slippery pavements and frosted rooftops.
I wore dark leather boots, color of burnt sugar. I walked the usual line of lower loneliness.
I walked into deathly crowning of decaying and cheap philosophy.
sea **** ribbon circled my trust, down to a table and perpetual darkness
my legs tangled, my eyes flopped, my heart prickled.
our generation's greatest triumph- a total demise of self. a kingdom of control took me by its metal and plastic tolls, wallowing me in mud of despair.
But there was something else.
Glomming my tiredly attention, filling my eyes with some kind of light, pulsating warmth drew me back to life.
Black locks of hair, drunken white frosting smelling of promise. A swift black river spilled into the ocean and I was floating. I felt it.
I felt it was there, a deep current of life.