There is no cure to this lunacy, it seems like the touch of god. It seems to creep into you slowly and surely. As time passes by one becomes more and more unaware of people being present around them. They seem to act out what goes on in their mind. Somehow that seems to ease the pain, the pain of being. The pain just washes over you and you cant seem to see reality beyond the immediate present. Sometimes that too becomes hazy. He is unaware of time, unaware of where he is, unaware of day and night. Ambition has died a gruesome death in him, and so has love and peace. Love and peace are the dreams of desperate men; He would come as he was. Naked, running away from all, no tears (all dried up) and no fear. No one would wish to hurt him, they pity him and his state. Its his crystal ship and it is there that he must go. The other side beckons him,' come...come to me and I shall take care of you'.

The pain comes in bouts. First the head burning with fever. And then the mind revolts, refusing to accept truth as it stands. He looks at his hands, the same hands which loved her. He looks at his feet, the same feet with which he ran towards his goal. He realises without the mind saying 'go' he is a no-go. He sits in the rain, the whisky swirling within him. He licks the drops of rain water off the bottle of Daniel's. And then falls back feeling the warm rain over his bare torso. Into this house we were born,into this world we're thrown. The pain subsides and he is at peace with himself. He curses for wasting the dawn. the whisky is unfinished and the crack is untouched. The girls are at his feet idolising the lizard king. He looks at them and she seems to look back through their eyes. He laments her, the heartache and the loss of god. Out here in the perimeter there are no stars, out here we are stoned immaculate. The music of the dead people descend upon him. He turns his head around and sees the ancients, the occult that bleeds him whenever it needs the taste of blood. His eyes are of cold steel, and heart of sacred goal. Ever seen a man who has all the troubles in the world but doesnt give a damn about who saves him and how. The truth is that it is better to burn than to fade away.

The murderers of truth are allowed to go scot-free and he lives his life like a bleak comet. One look for everyone and then he disappears forever, never to show himself again. Most forget him, some dont, and some live in him forever. His eyes are closed, the tranquil state is reached and he no longer fears the sun. The king of darkness returns to his kingdom and sees himself in better light. His love waits in a dark corner. Warming her love for him. He sees her and realises she has joined him too.