i stared intently as the smoke enveloped your hair, as it touched your skin. i forgot everything. i forgot everyone. i forgot what was to come. the basement of a foggy city, and somewhere on its streets fear roams.

the white beads of white eyes on my neck remained somewhere in oblivion. to hell with them! it's all insignificant. i'm suffocating, and the cold metal no longer saves me. in my ears, i hear a symphony of dead dogs' moans. yes, i myself have become that very dog, left on the sidelines.

all this comes over me every day, fills me, absorbs me, devours me, becomes bigger and darker. and now i'm alone with this, with full responsibility. does this bother me or is everything on my side? should i fight it or submit to it? is it something foreign or a part of me? or is this ME MYSELF? i feel fear, i feel darkness.

all this, like a way to merge with the darkness within me, but not to fall to my knees. it's dark here. it's sticky. it's cloying. it's all me, it's all in me, it seems that this is all i need.

but you, dressed in white, part my ribs, pull something bright through the darkness, and take it with you.