It was like a little piece of heaven that night and it was almost easy, in bat country. This girl I know was walking, darkness surrounding the streets. She was trashed and scattered, betrayed, lost, felt a lot of tension and thought she had the strenght of the world on her shoulders. She was shattered by broken dreams and wanted to scream, but with warmness on the soul, she was trying to seize the day. She tried to turn the other way, facing the crossroads, when she saw forgotten faces. At first she thought it was the art of subconscious
illusion, but then saw the beast and the harlot. They looked like demons, breaking their hold on the M.I.A.
“We come out at night” they said, “stop being blinded in chains, come take a brompton cocktail and we'll burn it down”. It was chapter four of an epic of time wasted. She let out a critical acclaim when she saw the flash of the blade of the gunslinger. His lips of deceit began to desecrate through reverance, as the sidewinder showed his remenissions. The fight ended with a clairvoyant disease. Here was one her last unholy confessions :
“ Dear god, I won't see you tonight. I'll be waking the fallen to end the rapture, until the end. There will be a radiant eclipse, and all things will end. Through thick and thin, I'll stay unbound. Now is my eternal rest. I shall see you in the afterlife.” There were dancing dead after her second heartbeat, and it was the wicked end.