Moments of Clarity

A shining beacon of light embedded in his skull turns out to just be sunshine gleaming past the cerebral cortex at such an angle. The last thing to pass through his mind was the bullet, but before that was just another smoky memory. The bullet’s breathe fades and the sulfur smell of yet another close casket ceremony ceases to transpire. All is still now. That initial realization of knowing you’ve committed that murder must be such a warm, numbing experience. No tears seem to really grasp what penetrates within the thoughts of the destroyer. Sure, there’s a sadness that tends to dwell within. No matter how hard you try to hide it from outside observers, it’s as haunting as the darkness lurking with your deepest slumbers. Mental rot comes calling sooner or later, for you cannot escape the thoughts that scream inside your skull. Echoing like a shotgun blast within the womb of madness. All things you’ve thought true, now mere prefabrications of a life once lived lying dormant within the spinning mind of a leaking cell. The nightmares have nightmares too,… and they’re what consume your childhood innocence. Devouring the purely lavish imaginations of easy going passer-byers of this unsuspecting Earth. Where animal and man begin and end, is a war within oneself.