lunacy. the night reflecting brightly in your eyes. death emerging as thick sickly yellow slobber from the craters. it waits for you to breathe it in, breathe in the mucus dripping from the world's ceiling. the stale waterstained wallpaper air crashes against the outgrowths of your lungs like waves against the rocks below alcatraz. it hurts. you let the thought of giving in seduce you with its delectable pinkish flesh. you take a deep breath. the deathcontaminated carcasscold night air finally enters your bloodstream. spreads through your organs. spreads through your muscles. your eyes burn as brightly as the night. they glaze over and become the moon.