When I was on my way to punchout God, I remembered something about...
Nope.
I lost it.
There was a story somewhere in there, but ... I... meaning... love... remorse... morals... it's all there, but on the surface... not on the surface... more like a salty mist on the ripple-glass surface of a cold ocean, briefly interrupted by an ancient ship groaning under the weight of a thousand pulled lines... a million pacing steps... a dozen slit throats... sails tattered by unmanned abortion and neglect.
She'll capsize any minute now.
Just like all the rest.
She'll drop me into the icey waters.
Just to laugh. Just to watch me flicker and die.
Sputtering, and gasping.
Starving for warmth.
Starving for light.
Begging for a last glimpse of moon.
Stretching my eyes for that last kiss of starlight.
Last touch of empty.
And then there's darkness.
So much terrible... iron filthy darkness.
That's right... I was sailing the torrid nightmare of my yesteryear. A grand rapid rape of rushing blood and madness... funny how memory can kinda twist-fuck it's way into current...
Maybe it was because I was already dead... crushed?...drowned? by a sea of some alien plain's blood.
Maybe this was just me... stuck in the afterbirth of that last determined bang.
Maybe I'm just a bystander..asking very nicely for someone to put a bullet swiftly through the back of my well trained mouth.
Maybe.
But that wasn't the case.
