He walked alone,barefoot.On orange-red asphalt.He could smell burning human meat all around him-on the periphery of the path,from him-it emanated and choked him like some peevish noxious gas,but he inhaled it,because his brittle heart was broke.It floated in matrix in microscopic fragments.Still,something kept him walking,something made his feet numb to the infernal orange,something tuned his nose to the fatal fragrance,the cliche,the overly human emotion.
His tongue felt super-glued to the floor of his mouth whenever he wanted to say it,ironically because he meant it beyond the imaginable contours of what is known as the "universe" to human-kind.he did not want to lose her.She made him.She made him believe that it's OK to be a man.It was her relentless energy that made him atleast crawl on with his morbid life.Death was imminent,like viewing the back of the net of a goalpost from the six-yard box,it stood right in the midst of his pitch-dark future.His nights were not about revelry,dope,revolutionary bullshit or alcohol-flavored jam sessions anymore.they had become perpendicular inversions of whatever it was.
The nights were moribund now.the pain crept in,he wept his pain out,made some seditious statement that incited his dead emotions against life.Then it happens-"Blood say hello to morphine.Morphine,say hello to blood".Then Keith Moon,Roger Daltrey,Pete Townshend,Jim Morrison and the likes would sing him their famous lullabies.
When his heavy eyelids shut and impose their weight on his sagging skin under his eyes,he finds the portal to the otherside of the world.There,he looks at her chocolate brown eyes(a subtle cover of milk chocolate over the traditional dark chocolate),dips in it's unfathomable elixir.He was a word-smith,and he could sculpt words off air,like breeze that hits you hard while walking in a park,or a cake for that matter,that's when he realised that wordsmiths embrace vanity.He shut open his eyes to reality.the sudden surge of pragmatic prudence sprinted across his sole-soul.he was Broken.she had broken him.She was the only one who could do that to him.all of it,and as she stationed herself as a star on the sky of another sun-monger,a scream screamed its last scream,and he was gone,just like that,like dust in the wind,absorbed into thin air.FOR ETERNITY
