Dead Moon Circean

By colejustify, 3rd Nov 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/7mv666ce/
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Struggling through a surreal and visceral drug addiction

One ritual morning

The clock on the wall read 6 am as shadows submerged into a dawning sunlit bedroom, fire in my eyes forcing me out of a reclusive dream. I swear it felt strange to hear cars backfiring on highway 72 just out front and neighborhood kids raging in alienated psychodrama mode. Adding an extra nail to my futuristic coffin by taking a drag off that morning cigarette and exhaling a piece of my soul through clouds of poison. Shotgun blues traveled through my veins like an unfed wolf waiting to break down the gates of Hades and bring anarchy to afterlife legions.

Floorboards creaked in submission from room to room to my incoming as paced imaginary lines drew me out of surrendering morning prayer back into my psyche. I held sacred the chill breeze from a bedroom window cleansing my cancerous ridden heart and allowing the grim after effects of night to suffice for a brief moment. Regurgitating upon spooked thoughts of a life past exist and past prime but yet still feeling deep bedlam arising like Hitler in my gut. Silence casts me in cornered shadows for years cruciformed with vicious thoughts of predestinations while the world tunes further away. So I try to dissimulate my hell behind broken eyes and bury my raw urge to forfeit with governance and pure straight-edge principle.

I spent the hours of morning softly justifying my words aloud as I tried to piece together life’s long road of cunning stratagem. Autonomous inscriptions embedded along my right forearm in eternal tattooed damnation reminded me of empyrean code I’d die by. My peripherals followed Gothamites wandering endlessly through each other without a halt to their step or like they could give a fucks less. It looked like Gotterdammerung , otherwise known in Greek mythology as “the end of the world” , soldiered souls passing thru in black masses.

I’m a realist and this day like many others is no different when you watch the tide of rush hour traffic spewing confessions of a maddened society. As I’m staring outside the window I don’t know what else I can say about the man I’ve become these last few dreary years , hardened and almost rotted. The depths of the heart line that pumps poisoned blood thru thick roller veins has literally become a breeding engine of hate, regret, and hopelessness. Dreaming of those innocent youthful days staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and I remember hating life more then than I do now. I’m a passive-aggressive individual with a paranoid outlook and a steady untrusting eye geared toward senseless societal people. I’m just a lone wolf buried deep within waiting for a dark midnight to soothe my wounds and begin my hunt once again

Meet the author

colejustify
Hi people. I look forward to setting up on this site and reading all of your content. I gotta say I favor dark stories more than anything. I try to invoke the believability aspect of writing as much as possible while trying to incorporate some fantas...(more)