Chapter 2 ~ I

I.

Sitting in a little room where the air is still, motionless.
To feel your life 1/2 over yet still look for the flame and the glory.
All the while weighed down by the inevitable stagnation
of a life lived too fully and not enough.
Bored, swilling down cheap whiskey as you choke on cheap cigarettes.
Your woman, just as bored as you, she's in the next room sleeping.
As you both await the next chapter.
Having only a tiny spark spared, only it's light to guide you.
Having time that must be waited out.
In the damn small room.
You both try you best not to become beasts.
Listen to the near-freezing rain getting whipped by the wind outside your
dumb windows.
"Look window. I have nothing here. Why don't you tell me something?"
Damn smug window says nothing at all.
Only the sound of rain falling thru new cracks in the ceiling says
anything
and
it's always the same fucking story.