a reaction to revelation

Pain, she cries out, wince and stumble, clenched fist and gut, as the deck sways in the storm, and the wave wracks the bow. Onward we sail.

Dying over and over inside the black wracks me cold and painful clutching at my soul and wrenching my heart I cough up black blood and smile

The shudderng howl of wretched things stains my mind as I stumble through streets hazed and forgottn staggerng to the hovel where I may rest

And through the pained darkness light shines with birds singing sweet songs of summer and whimsy while trees whether the heat stoic + tall

Life is as it was and nothing seems changed only within does the writhing torment make itself known.

With a pained step I pull myself through space and take myself to a better place to die in. So charming the moment that pain itself abates

Tear choked eyes and weather beaten brow a man a husk of flesh and wretchedness spiraling through space drawn by sweet things a monster..

Upon his back the weight of the world as the thundering sound of industry makes real the serene green space and gives edge to beauty..

Swaying through walkways altogether disconnected and weary with heat and sadness laden down and torn apart a mangled man manages a smile.

And a bite of the lip a deep breath in and a slight light feel brings some spring to step as old familiar meets cold and empty. Renewal.

Alone but hopeful fucked and forlorn yet edgy and sparkling he staggers on through the the threshold to new warmth and worlds.

And somehow if only held up from the inside like a scarecrw he blows in the wind and smiles, lets wounds hit breeze and listens to the birds

Dark and depraved, wretched and hollow begins to change to hopeful. And though trespassed against with unpunishable crimes whimsy hits.