Raindrops kiss the glass, streaking and convulsing under their own weight,
The window, a canvas of nature, obscuring the abode of a sane man,
Littered with liquor bottles, his head, there yet devoid of thoughts,
So many deadlines, so little time, and yet, in this moment, an eternity is felt,
Arrays of candles neatly display on the floor, the only semblance of lucidity left,
Copious scents, infusing together to perform a lullaby for the fortunate,
Zephyrs of the season have come, inviting the shadows to dance,
A silent orchestra playing, for a suitable companion.
The waves of time crash incessantly, his reasoning desperately clawing back from the abyss,
Another swig hinders its progress, but he knows its unrelenting stubbornness,
Burdened with expectations, the useless baggage is cast aside,
And from a well maintained box, a finely crafted dagger materialises,
A few deft strokes later, only the neck remains unblemished and innocent,
Instincts force his hands to quiver, battling for the remaining light in his eyes,
But a glimpse of the moon was enough, and his heart took over,
For the wind and clouds had become distant, in a thrill for endless pursuit.
Seduced by her radiance, he was now longing to bask in her light,
He can do nothing except offer everything to her, for she was now his everything,
What better way than to enjoy the moon’s company till one’s demise?
But was he a fool? To give into an eternal dream, instead of toiling amongst the living?
Nothing matters anymore, an inferno sprouts and smothers the dwelling,
His moment of rebirth is nigh, no more an animal bound by chains, but a spirit,
untainted.
~ Sleepless Guy
About the author:
An undergrad student based in the north of England, discovering all the fun and entertainment literature has to offer, unlike his current STEM course.
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