Dead doves

just a monologue written at 3 am

48 hours. That’s how long I went without food.
I became hazy headed
My lips chapped
My eyes are blood shut.
And the storm brewing inside me still isn’t done.
I wish I could describe this feeling in me.
It’s gunna be bloody.
This I know.
This darkness that only the endless vast space can compare to.
Not a star in sight.
This is a black hole.
A self destructive force that will destroy anything, everything and more.
You did not know hell prior to this and where once angels sang only demons roam.
For even a Knight of stars has enemies.
They just seem to lie in her head and not on the battlefield.

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[Chris]

Since when is the head EVER NOT a battle's field to be faced and survived? The 2 and 3 A.M.'s ARE a person's reality when we must deal with being us and moments we really live within.

Welcome to OUR world... and so ya know - even hindsight is NOT always 20-20.