i am nothing but a miserable patch on this wild clockwork of sadness called life, begging for my redemption, waiting for that final slash, for that fatal twist.
the moon shines no more.
dark and condescending clouds of misery shrouds the eye of the Seer.
he bends lest he breaks.
with glassed eyes he slashes the darkness, hoping to strike someone, anyone, anything, just to feed his hunger, the cognition of his pathetic existence.
i am nothing.
i wish it rains forever.