The sun will set soon, and where does that leave me? It leaves me around the edges where the shapes are not so clear and the lines are less defined.
It leaves me with too space in my mind where monsters can lurk and settle in the crevices to hide.
The stash is all I have to comfort me, to protect me against the monsters that jump out at me from those crevices in which they hide. Is it too much to ask for a little peace of mind, a little respite from the pain that courses through my blood and sucks the life out of me?
What happens when the agony grows too much and sanity cracks, and I freefall through that dark abyss, along with the little unclaimed children that were born from the wreckage?