Walls are dripping. Can't tell if they are sweating or crying... Flies, ill tell you what, Got a beating in my head that makes my eyes swell.

Soon enough... just as I had thought, the paint comes peeling back... dirt plumes out as bricks break. I can see the rays of awe inspiring dusk light coming from the road that is now intersecting through this tiny apt. Can't win for lose'n I tell ya. This road ain't no ordinary man made structure of empire, this is some sorta sorcery or somethin'... Got a pair of wicked eyes far off in the shadows... sizen' me up as if I were food. I stare back as my eyes focus to a sky on fire by a rose coloured laser... Bending with tongues of flames splashed across a dying sky... then being slowly devoured by night.

We all got dreams kid..
Some more that others.
Ain't got nothing to do with this situation...
Maybe... maybe not
Somethin' I DO know for fact...
Ain't got no stomach for disaster...
Well time to get your stomach together.
Disaster is all you'll find here.

Wake up!
Flies buzzin on that old naked light bulb…
Morning come too soon?
Soon enough…
Less you see of this room the better. Just keep your feet and eyes on the floor
Ain't aloud to dream?
No need to.
Got hella balls kid.
Just the way you like 'em perv.
Time to find a way out.

So down the fire escape, pistol in hand. Cool breeze on the night air, and the smell of rain. Bodies heavy…

It's been a long time.
Barbed wire hair... rose colored eyes.
Heard you walked off the edge of the earth?
Gotta, if you are to know where the edge is.
Maybe, but I don't get this 2 sided coin your tossin'
Why would you, your path is not my path
Maybe so.

Can't help but think of how things could've been different.
But that's what you get with too much time on my hands.
Watch out for booby traps… never know when the bottom will drop out
On the side of caution are ya?
Better safe than sorry.
Maybe so.

He takes me all the way down to the furnace and helps me dispose
Of want-less memories… barrelin' hell hounds hot on the heels of my minds destruction.

Messy task at hand...
Yea but a necessary one at that...
Been along time comin', didn't learn his lesson so I had to teach him
Well do understand that that's a matter of opinion, you're not as helpless as you'd like to think
Helpless? I'd say I helped myself and everyone else who knew him.
Yeah? Well time is a matter of perspective...and energy is not yours to own.
Help me get this body in... Man what a messy task.
At least no more flies...
Maybe so.....

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