With restless legs he fought away the night. An endless procession under a waning moon
The perpetual void looms and he falls, unending. Eternally. Ungracefully. The venom and the wrath and a serpent in his dream.
Retribution for the sins that never were. A locust plague in his mind, displaying it's harsh dominance. Cold, calculated cruelty. Devouring all. Leaving nothing. Keep them open. The eyes fail to perceive
Prostrated, blind, and weeping alone. There were blood smears on the stones. A forest stream and all of the fish are dead. Bloated carcasses. Lifeless eyes. He comes here for wisdom, for strength. How his mind would fail to acquiesce. Now there is nothing here but death. Cold repugnance and nothing left to restore. It burns into his mind.
Entrails dragging from a slit in his belly. Gouged out eyes and a hole in his skull. His tongue is gone and his mouth, how it bleeds. He's vomiting blood and cursing the sky. It won't even rain. He wants to know why.
Destroying himself to prove a point
Pursuant to his own celestial design
Even the blood pools on its own accord
An appropriate end to a foul existence
He left on his own terms
