abyssal recurrence

Half-blinded by tired street lights

I walk along the cool dark road seemingly never-ending here

silhouettes of shifting leaves surrounding branches

tiny distant mountaintops revel in periwinkle night

the breeze chills my skin

this melancholic little world has never been so irreparable

I search for the end

passing through shadowy apparitions of things that came before

pristine memories reside amongst this winded valley

to forget my purpose here, to become another

sorrowful ghastly figure

oh unforgivable sin

a door appears at the end

against the line that separates cement from the relentless void

in breath clouds and crunch boots

I step into the unwritten