The everlasting

He subscribes to the mantra of 'I only see what I want to see'. He is no seer, as he crushes darkness night orchids under his bloodthirsty feet. And her pep lasted only a deuce, before being one of those force-wilted flowers.

He wonders when his life became not his own, and when the explosion will happen. The mishmash fusion of the unequally fissioned. Tick tock, tick tock, ticktockticktock.

[beat]

She wonders when her life became not her own, and when the velveteen curtain will descend. The fade to black. Tick, tick, ticktocktick.

They prophesise, they lie, they deceive themselves. No saints, no angels, no martyrs. The everlasting.

The day dawn break heralds the end of another sleepless dreamless night. The end of distorted visions, of smack slammed doors, of oozing, seeping soul disturbances. There is no respite here.

Despair. The everlasting.