I Need a Change of Skin

"Run!" I've always said, "Run and never look back."
Through coarse roads and pitfalls, I've always ran.
Always proud of my swift footwork, forever avoiding obstacles.
And with this I attained a sense of peace which I was pleased with.

Was pleased with.

Now, it seems, is a time for a little chaos;
something to busy myself with.
No more will I side-step; I will trample.
My down cast eyes will elevate and stare down brick walls until they crumble into red sand.
The sky will blush and burn, and against that scarlet skyline,
exaggerated images of my wrath will be imprinted upon every stone and glass building.
And in the end, it will be I that stands atop the ruins of my own making, with a mirthless smirk of ill-defined defiance.

But first, I must finish my coffee.




"Out there, so quickly, grows malignant tribes."






Listening to - A.F.I, Where we used to play.