She was the blizzard that lies between the sacred eternal sleep, and the deafening silence of the heartless city streets.
Even the brightest, most colorful, neon reflection, on the perma-rain soaked streets fades next to the hypnotic fire of her eyes.
She was walking temptation, at the gates to a thousand years of blissful torment, troubled sleeps of imperfection, in the face of ultimate obsession.
She was a glimpse in the corner of my eye, that grew to become everything.
No one could feed her todays, so how could I ever hope to satisfy her thirst for tomorrow?
I touched the razorblade within my mind, and watched my soul turn to blood stained red.
Hard and fast images, of nightly news bulletins, and adult movies, with sub-stratospheric stars, that twinkled only in their secret despairs, foot on the gas, no hands on the wheel, eyes closed, as the cliff edge hurtles towards them, at warp speed infinity.
Permanent decline of a never ending empire.
Sometimes, between the jolts of streetcars switching lines, a spark of hope would fly off into the ether, but it would always fade before the blinking eye could catch it in it's self-righteous delusions of insanity.
Who was I to argue with the fates of the night?
I guess I crossed some of the t's, and dotted some of the eyes, but...
even before I knew her name she had faded into the darkness...
