Your drug

is a heart breaker,
but my love is a life taker...

I wish it wasn't so... but it is.

Wind whistling through the thickets of old oaks under the deep blue radiance of a full moon has knocked my balance askew. I have slipped, fallen, and cut myself on the thorny defenses of these succulent plants. Nourished by pale moonlight, seeking the sullen shade of the oak, while reaching for that starry sky.

Oh what a night.
Oh what a life.
Oh what a hellish fiend I've become.
I am undone.
Flayed alive by instinct, by desire.

It's shear beauty is overwhelming... overwhelmingly simple...

Life is for the simpleton and life is hell... no wonder they have all gone... leaving me in this ghost town of reason...