the time is now
the heart beats
unsteadily pumps crimson life onto the asphalt
the mind wanders
hazy memories, and shards of the past procure an unending flow of misery
cold
lying on the street, the sun has set, the moon seems to slalom the whispy clouds illuminating a halo of blurry vision
pain
the wounds won't heal...slowly he drifts...passes into the night.
walking
the train will not wait, the frigid call of the ticketman chills him...chills all of him...as if the only thing he were was a soul.
boarding
a train that is headed toward the dull, unique shade of red, glowing in the distance.
where?
he knows where he's headed
he's headed to the new place to be
a place of blood and fire
soon...it will begin
unsteadily pumps crimson life onto the asphalt
the mind wanders
hazy memories, and shards of the past procure an unending flow of misery
cold
lying on the street, the sun has set, the moon seems to slalom the whispy clouds illuminating a halo of blurry vision
pain
the wounds won't heal...slowly he drifts...passes into the night.
walking
the train will not wait, the frigid call of the ticketman chills him...chills all of him...as if the only thing he were was a soul.
boarding
a train that is headed toward the dull, unique shade of red, glowing in the distance.
where?
he knows where he's headed
he's headed to the new place to be
a place of blood and fire
soon...it will begin
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