orpheus

a long road that does not merely damn the wicked but also leaves the unknown feeling hollow and frozen.

betwixt the gravel and dragging shoes lay the lush framework of a trail that leads into the fragile shell of the earth. from the paralytic post-twilight air to the technicolor inner machinations of the earth in both physical and spiritual terms.

you take a long, lingering look whilst your body pirouettes and slowly becomes numb to all stimuli.

take my hand, walk, a tender mechanistic shuffle with your feet slowly planted, careful not to send subtle shockwaves through our hands.

without looking back, a world slowly stops rotating and splits open at the seams and reveals its contents that pour out into our eyes and burrow themselves deeply within our dimly-lit souls.

halfway to hell, i'll see you there...

for the long con.