as dim as the skies, as dark as the road,
ahead of me was a path untold. and as
i walked into that s t y g i a n alone, my
h e a d turned back, in se a rch for the
avenue. whilst what's inside me was a
mayhem; thoughts to party after a long
day. my m i n d's unclear for being filled
with memories full of nothing but strain.
then, with my eyes in d a z e, dimmed
by tears, i turned to a b o u l e v a r d to
d e f l e c t myself in a space full of these
castaways—the club.
yet, amidst my trek b y the pub, my road
was l i t after the s h a d e. as i bought a
cache, i looked around; crimson, b l u e,
and neon lights perturbed the gale with
its radiance; liquor, beers, & the counter
t o p was imbued with gnasty redolence;
clamor upbeat and a crowd abided soon
with the di sc j o c k e y's mix. and then
i t stirred through every vein; t h y mind
bloomed with memories again.
memories of y e s t e r d a y s whom i
swore to forget, the p a s t days where i
wore a veil with people i took oaths and
one's say, and e v e r y d a y thoughts of
regret that i promised, "i'll someday see
through reality," which i know will never
happen for my everyday and even some
d a y, i was fused with masked emotions
& strains that not even the strong liquor
fused with these s a ng u i n e can efface.
