The Mood

he felt the inside of his head crack laden with steel strings collapsing on his face the sea of violence just behind his sterling silver brow beat the air now blue and thickening in the night

later his eyes rose from sleep and the air burst into orange flames he couldn't control himself raw and burnt with horrible demons that cooked his skin and devoured him

only the morning when he could feel the tremors and the sweat did he cover himself in a towel

mercy flowing out like sand his eyes ran all over trying to forget