ill walk that dangerous line. not knowing if im drawing myself to a trap or the real deal. hoping and longing for a touch, telling myself to just wait it out and not get ahead. staying on my course to get the things i want for now and future. there is a blur in my vision of farsight and nearsight. im having a hard time telling what is what, im in between the near and far. telling myself to stay down when i want to go up. im tired of feeling cold, but there is a fire in the igloo that is keeping me from the winter winning its war with me. the woman will keep me warm.

the sparks are shooting off again. the sparks are lighting fuses i cant stop from being lit. that old demon is coming back. that old man is coming back. my old friend destruction. my old friend adrenaline. my closest friend hatred. my old flatmate war. the human 4th horseman coming back alive and reversing time for old time's sake. those candles will burn slow, the candles that are lit by the sparks. those months i was cold, even the summer and sun didnt keep me warm. i transcend mortality, i shed this shell, i become a spectral juggernaut. all will fall. all will faulter. all become bone road.

my vision is blurred. my body is cold. my blood is magma and acid. my spectral self sleeps......for now. the hellmouth will open one more time.