Fluence

Empty spaces
overflowing with space
disjointed uneveness, strobes of luminescence,
blinding white light,
and all alone in the crowd.
scratching and the sounds seep out
closed eyed concentratedness
how can black be so white?

frayed ends to all new beginnings
severing thoughts and feelings
predator-like he waits at every corner
hunting souls weakened by love
sounds swirl and rage inside his head
fluencing his influences
till he becomes his own prey...

everyday he sleeps foetus-style
floating in fluids of silent comfort
far away the crowds have unioned
to create the sound that would harness him
unaware his respite cloaks
knock knock...he opens the door
and the fatal (s)hit happens.

There is no greater love
- Blockhead - Triptych Pt.1 (Mice to Meet You)