Sunlight cuts out under the hills. Ghostly-green lanterns flood the streets Like haunted water birthing light Without its heart-lifting warmth. No blood leaking into the skies, they're dry Like my peace-starved brain. One drop to replenish lost youth. That one drop. Always just a stretch too far. Bickering with both sides of my mind As the sky's smoke is listening, Then the glistening of a memory. Of a flash. Of cold burning. A memory in the back of my skull Projecting an entity into reality. Reaching to touch...yes, I can feel it Within my grasp, unlike the comfort of peace. If it cannot come to me, I'll force Destruction on myself until nothing but peace exists. Solitude is a beautiful downfall. Solitude is an addictive drug. Darkness fills the space around me And in me. The lover of a lonely *******. A poppy-petal embrace of serrated limbs; ***** wounds sting nerves and veins. Biting flesh and feasting on sense With the narrowing of light-eaters. Simultaneous effects on thought and feeling, Dissolving into what will one day be the present.