Literature
Alone Behold
There is a darkness, deeper than i can ever remember. Its falling lines... fading streets. The dark consumes... leeching like a parasite, into the heart and out through the ears. Time has no government of this force... Its always there , burning inside. waiting and wanting to become whole. Fight as may, there is no battle, simply a brain wave... trickling down a stair case... fighting and wanting... feeding off the marrow of these bones. Every step in the dark, is a step without shadow... Then night carries one away ...that edging beacon of solidarity. For this , pride steps in. Lowering the anger,subdueing the hate.... There is a darkness, and to one , this is a friend... the lone figure on a main street. peering intent on a nothingness. Dragging feet to the crows... Endless wandering filling the spaces in the waxing moon. It is the edge of sanity itself. Many a night tirelessly awake... drawing finally with each breath...some new beggining... marching on...and on... and on........