I'm on a train, but there's no one at the helm
And there's a demon in my brain who starts to overwhelm whelm whelm whelm whelm
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh
And there it goes, my last chance for peace
You lay me down, but I get no release, and I say I
I try to keep awake, I try to swim beneath, I try to keep awake
But I, I can feel this narcolepsy slide
Into another nightmare " "Narcolepsy"-Third Eye Blind
She was ghosting, moving through WestEnd's night-dark streets without thought. A luminous sliver cloaked in road-dusted leather, slipping between shadows like the moon playing hide-and-seek behind a shrouded veil of vapor-wisp clouds.
Glamoured eyes were turned seeing and not to the black velvet of the skies, the nearly starless night a handful of diamond pinpricks tossed upon its surface. Beyond the scents of the Warehouse District wafted smells from the Docks and jackboots scrape over crumbling cobblestones heading for that beckoning call.
What was she seeking" Something. Breath' Breathe" Those eyes ate up the vast expanse of the heavens above. Needing" Breath. Breathe" Fingertips brush against a weight that hangs much heavier than the small lump within a pocket of rider-worn jeans, a sibilant whisper in the cold, deep corners of her mindscape a constant, unwelcome "guest' these late days.
She should seek distraction, hunt flesh through one means or another; anything to dull the cacophony of madness ringing and stinging, causing flesh to crawl. Behind her, to the east and the heart of this neighborhood's decay, peace lay for others but not for her. She'd left her Ebon Knight and Twin Stars breathing soundly in slumber; the bairns in innocence, Scottie in fitful, exhausted passes.
"I will not play second to a dragon and you will not leave our children motherless!"
Words from months ago, a veritable blink in the Ancient's existence, and yet this too ran roughshod about her swiss-cheesed brain in never-ending loop. Muscles jumping along a too-perfect jaw line, teeth become an audible grit. The mess that was emotion lay over her like stink, and she felt sorely in need of a scalding shower most times. Once more fingertips clutch touchstone against that pressing load contained in denim, that magic-hued gaze finally dropping from what was proving a futile search to the sights of the dockside.
Jackboots met the hollow sound of wooden planks, short nails on her right hand a continual oblivious torture at the skin of her left forearm, the muddy taint of torment flowing outwards into the gloom. A plea" A resignation' A call given up to the cosmos and whomever listened to one such as her" Shoulders slump and her gaze fogs again, blackened threads cracking through the summer's blue field of her eyes, feet marking a path without heed. "I dun care if'n mortals handle it. I jus?" Nae more. Please??
She was ghosting, moving through WestEnd's night-dark streets without thought. A luminous sliver cloaked in road-dusted leather, slipping between shadows like the moon playing hide-and-seek behind a shrouded veil of vapor-wisp clouds.
Glamoured eyes were turned seeing and not to the black velvet of the skies, the nearly starless night a handful of diamond pinpricks tossed upon its surface. Beyond the scents of the Warehouse District wafted smells from the Docks and jackboots scrape over crumbling cobblestones heading for that beckoning call.
What was she seeking" Something. Breath' Breathe" Those eyes ate up the vast expanse of the heavens above. Needing" Breath. Breathe" Fingertips brush against a weight that hangs much heavier than the small lump within a pocket of rider-worn jeans, a sibilant whisper in the cold, deep corners of her mindscape a constant, unwelcome "guest' these late days.
She should seek distraction, hunt flesh through one means or another; anything to dull the cacophony of madness ringing and stinging, causing flesh to crawl. Behind her, to the east and the heart of this neighborhood's decay, peace lay for others but not for her. She'd left her Ebon Knight and Twin Stars breathing soundly in slumber; the bairns in innocence, Scottie in fitful, exhausted passes.
"I will not play second to a dragon and you will not leave our children motherless!"
Words from months ago, a veritable blink in the Ancient's existence, and yet this too ran roughshod about her swiss-cheesed brain in never-ending loop. Muscles jumping along a too-perfect jaw line, teeth become an audible grit. The mess that was emotion lay over her like stink, and she felt sorely in need of a scalding shower most times. Once more fingertips clutch touchstone against that pressing load contained in denim, that magic-hued gaze finally dropping from what was proving a futile search to the sights of the dockside.
Jackboots met the hollow sound of wooden planks, short nails on her right hand a continual oblivious torture at the skin of her left forearm, the muddy taint of torment flowing outwards into the gloom. A plea" A resignation' A call given up to the cosmos and whomever listened to one such as her" Shoulders slump and her gaze fogs again, blackened threads cracking through the summer's blue field of her eyes, feet marking a path without heed. "I dun care if'n mortals handle it. I jus?" Nae more. Please??