MidnightMustangArt

    Blood. Scarlet on the pavement and pellucid from the heavens.    Poison. Trickling raven through my veins, obstructing my already somber soul.    Who to run to.    Where to hide.    From this epiphany I awaken, gaping and grasping for air. To breathe, such a remarkable ecstasy. Without oxygen, this affliction consumes the day, the hour, the minute. A slow life, settling dread, heavy as lead, in my gut.    They say a kindred soul can lift you up and shape you into the person you want to be. Unafraid, unbroken, and finally healed all due to the balm of fleeting aloft greener pastures. Time ceases, and you're just floating leisurely