my heart accepted defeat long before the light had left my home
and to know of satans sorrow was a truth that made the smallest smile i could summon a monumental victory.
alone with the ever slowing beats of my heart now completely unable to keep track of days and nights.
against the blood red sky, time began to lose all intuitive wisdom.
and with the ******* of space and time came distortion.
ghouls and ghost became party guests
the foul sorts of scaly serpents and winged apparitions had gathered in rows of perfect stillness like marble chess pieces standing guard. they seemed now like great guardians of my fragile spirit.
losing hope in the home of horror
that scarlet sky now began to sound its final “hurah” before the life was to forsake this place. and so it stretched out its smoky hands like raven wings draping darkness over the horizon destroying the last light of what i once knew.
And within was me, accustomed to the demons devilish dance, a prisoner with no will to leave, or any power to see beyond the tomb that felt like the only thrown i was to belong too.

years have passed this way, littered with tragic happenenings, broken relationships, addictions, and loss.

Now as if by some sort of divine intervention i can feel the dry dead air come alive. the blood drenched sky has almost stopped shrieking and as i raise my head in relief the horizon burst into brilliant trails of flame emitting hypnotic hues of purple and blue. crackling against the dead air like gun powder a blaze

and in the swell of confusion a sort of panic gives birth to momentum giving way now to a frequency with holy resonance, that fills my flask with potent tonic, upon drinking it i begin driving fire back into the abandoned forges of my humanity. from the depths of self denial i will emerge without the shackles of self deception to bind me, and from the grace of gods design i know now i am forgiven.