The blood glistens in the sun, flowing like water from my brain onto the soil.  Without restraint, the seeds of the future drown themselves beneath my carnage.  My skin peels at the hands of my maker, and my body decomposes like a corpse left in the heat.  It was fate that brought me here, but destiny refuses me an angel…. 

Suddenly, the light subsides and transpires into twilight.  That is where I stand, creating a shadow from the moon’s glow.  My own blood spills at my feet, which surrender to nature and force me to my knees.  It is now that even the moonlight is dim.  My eyes dissapear into oblivion, and the dark invades the host.  It is now that the inspiration envelops a consciousness, but it couldn’t be mine.  My thoughts are torn and withered like the body that lies in my blood.  But might it be mine?  Perhaps it was mine all along.  It becomes clear,  despite the feeding parasite.  I know the way… but I am unsure of the path.