When everyday you wake up feeling as if you were already three fourths dead then it stands to reason the evil you only thought you had imagined isn't just in your head. Illusions of gradure come to life at every single turn leaving you with just cause for great concern. All kinds of nefarious beings seem to gather where there's an absence of light. There's no telling what is out there lurking in the dead of night. It really is quite difficult to determine what is even real here where the shadows are just a black as they are still. In this neon moon's tainted light I can almost make out images that just aren't quite right. The wind serenades the beast that lives inside, the Monterous parts of ourselves we usually tend to try and hide. When demons call your name with voices hushed do not panic nor let yourself be rushed. Yet if I were you I would quickly pray. Pray that for at least a while longer these demons will be held at bay.  The stench of corpses that have already started to decay cannot be covered by the fragrant scent of death's bouquet. Forsaken now in such a Godless place so far from this side of my saving grace. I grasp for the cold emptiness just for it to fail my grip. That when further into this unfamiliar hell I seemed to suddenly slip. Feeling as if indeed my very life may be in peril, I attempt to flee. Only to realize that there will be no one coming to save myself from me. Knowing that this might very well be the battle in which I was meant to fight, In silent fear I feel myself begin to shake ever so slight. Every line I've written is just as twisted as it is perverse. Yet the question that remains is are we in fact alone in this universe. If you ask me the hardest of any monster to conquer is the one that you didn't mean to conjure.  As usual now I am in pursuit of something that I doubt that I will ever find as I am still traveling outside the parameters of my own **** mind Everything you have just seen that I have written is explicit and profane just as it drips with much disdain sporadically inside my chest my heart does beat while I lose pieces of myself in these memories that are bittersweet. In some vain attempt to save my very soul I continue on to the places even angels fear to go. As cold and corrupt as I could ever be. I wish there was somewhere some place where I could  feel as if I were truly free. Not here crushed underneath the weight of pending doom. Where not a single ray of light is cutting through the gloom. So while I am standing here in the most sinister black I pray these demons do not attack. Especially right here in the heart of the very place where good and evil seems to coincide.  Chaos and catastrophe seem to just collide. Jumping at the sound of the very explosion that has broken the heart of me wide open. There are some beasts of burden I feel as if I, alone should bear. Is there anyone that is here, right now even really there? The villain of this story I seem to know fairly well. Well enough to tell if this was meant to be a nightmare or a fairytale. Perhaps it is a never ending scene meant to awaken you with a silent scream. Teetering on the very brink of yet another psychotic episode I feel as though the gates of hell I alone have rode Ask me no more questions and no lies will I sell I say as I'm turning in full circles until I start feeling rather unwell. There is no one that knows just what makes me tick I promise you these thoughts inside my head are really rather sick. These thick clouds of stale smoke make me choke with every breath I take. I wonder how far I will continue to bend before I actually break. In the interest of the secrets that I am forced to keep I feel that someday off this mortal coil I should leap. I hide myself away just out of sight so I am safe from the things inside the dark that like to bite. Bite right into my tattered heart and torn soul searching for anything that completes me and makes me whole. With wild abandon emotions run unregulated and unchecked leaving me to question just what happens next. What should I expect. I'm not bragging I am just stating a fact I will make it though this unscathed integrity still intact. I wonder where that glimmer of hope could actually be it's all I need to restore the darkest in places inside of me.  If you do not believe as I do you may never fully understand that faith as much as a mustard seed can move mountains grand. This fire, it burns everything down to nothing but cinder and ash. Hallucinations are not exactly manufactured mass. When ashes turn to mere dust blowing in the wind I can't help but wonder if you know that I am a fiend my friend. Just another addict with a heart full of snow and a head filled with static Go on do whatever it is that you must can a person actually spontaneously combust. From dusk til dawn I almost completely gone lost in this life that's merely a sick twisted joke with a halo that is tarnished and wings completely ******* broke. The heroes for the ghosts I traded have begun to give chase catching up to me so quickly it's like I was running in place. I have gone to what was once a pretty place where flowers used to grow in search of a graveyard where I could bury my dark dead soul. The others are dying to know just where I have been, as the air of  this night has been perfumed with the scents of *** sweat and sin. It matters not where I am as long as I am standing tall  or if I move to you suppose that I will fall. The creatures of the night tend to disappear as we approach the break of day. Just as I myself, take this time to attempt to fade away. Just like a flickering flame that has been spent and it slowly dies. Silence is a deafening sound as it rips across my dismal and  grey tragic skies I love with my whole heart and all that I am if you do not like me I really do not give a ****. I am supposed to be the captain of my ship the master of my very fate Go on now save yourself for me it's way too late. I cannot give up and I cannot give in to let this demon actually win would be the ultimate sin.  This cool drink of water was such a relief to my parched thought crafted In blood instead of ink was this book that I had wrote I hold on tight to this unrelenting pain tears do not cascade down my face like the falling rain. Into the worlds that are somehow parallel I lost my balance and I slipped and fell. Alone, lost and terrified there are few in which I can confide my all too frequent thoughts that turn to suicide. The story is now over this tale is fin that is until we begin yet again. Mightier than swords of sharpened steel stainless is this pen with which I write bringing in this storm the perfect sight you're **** right that means dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight.