The interludes of sleep have failed to wash away the acidic dryness of breaking love. The angel of hell is lurking, biding his time before he swoops in and frees me. Waiting until the precise moment when I crack before starting his rescue mission.




I've managed to wander from my scenic country lane only to be lost in the mists of a suffocating fog. It's icy claws penetrating my lungs, ripping them apart and infiltrating my entire being. And I want to run, make these legs work for there master; but I just don't have the energy. What I will leave behind I want and yet I've never really had it to begin with. I want to save it...even though I know I can't. As a servant of dark hours I can no more save the soul of another any more I can my own self. My heart wrenches with the ache of such a notion. Tears silently trickle down my porcelain cheeks; so soft and innocent. They drop onto the cold, unforgiving earth at my feet. The night seems to weep with me and the heavens open up their souls, drowning me with their sorrow. I finally turn, my back walking from this filthy image. I step away from the love that had consumed my heart, filled my being; that had for but a nanosecond in time given me hope, joy. But out of the corner of my eye I see a shadow swooping; sweeping down to grab hold of me with it's talons. This filthy love has captured me like prey. This rotten story is still without an ending; I know I will be devoured....and I scream.