The stars howled and the moon screamed.
Clouds ran, confused, in the face of such anguish,
bleating with fear as they fled.
Shadows stood, scaffold for the shifting sky,
as he walked in fear of vampires; faceless things
that slithered and slimed with unquiet menace.
He peered into complexities of night,
which made less sense than Luna's empty eyes:
Huge; unbearable to behold.
Alleyways' sharp corners cut the jagged air,
while he analysed Her enigmatic expression
within primate limits of space / time.
She sniggered as he took a fix of normality.
A trip between primal points of oppression,
where emotions were a process; a habit to be kicked.
His mind was always darker; a lurking presence
at the tattered edge of reality, ripped
and that was it: Thoughts flowed like blood.
