I awoke to
what I thought was a
Friday.
Or maybe it was
Sunday,
the days ran
closer together
as I paled in the
dark.

The black cat
purred at my side.
I starred up at the
blades of the ceiling
fan as
they slowly sliced
through the musky air.
This movement caused
the dust motes to flee
through a single bar
of sunlight that
had somehow broke through
the shades I thought
I closed tight enough
to **** the day away.

I reached out careful
not to disturb the cat
and grabbed something
deadly to smoke on.
I began the chase
and regretted it almost
instantly.

I knew all of this
would have to
end soon and more
than likely
end hard in order
for me to began
anew.

My world had
become cruel
nor joyous,
all remained as
random as
these words
that dance to the music
in my head.

I sat up on the
edge of the
rumpled bed,
the cats emerald eyes
stared at me
through sleepy blinks.

I made my way through the
tiny hurricane
of swirling
dust motes
and ****** smoke,
each step lighter than
the next.

I let loose the
shades and winced
at the light of
day.

The outside world
was changing
and a trapped
painted lady
fluttered around
the inside
of the window seal.
I took this as
yet another sign
from the Gods
of the impending
changes that were sure
to come.

I opened the window
and the lost night flier
took to the day.

And I felt death
in the air and *****
in my blood and
couldn't help but
smile.

It takes an
ending and
I knew my
ending would'nt
come any time
soon.