Breaking the Madness

Livid with nocturnal madness Octavious shed his robe as he pierced his skin of solitude and headed toward the road The eve met him with yellow pine and pearl juice set a'sprinkle As the sky dolled out her decadence the frost hung still and tranquil He found his path into the woods descending 'neath the branches as he swept his hair past nervous eyes and forest floor expanses While he approached, the trees stayed clear the smell of human in the air and just when no more could he bear he found his water passion there A slip into the brackish kiln would fire the chill and clean the skin... A winter night's insanity erased him as he swam to sea~