Tempting gravity along the delicate tightrope stretched between hell-chocked oblivion and white-knuckled survival I sway left to right.
World caving in around me like some kind of slurping black hole.
Drilling deep into every flower dotted field that ever made me felt grateful to be here.
A merciless spiral pulling me down, drilling into my resolve.
Black leaches and battery acid, every bit of my grit, polished beneath the crashing waves of my own failures.
The call of the void, singing its siren song.
Pulling at the stitching that binds me to this world.
Self-destruction demanded in slow motion.
The surrender to demolition.
A momentary escape.
