The streetlight flickers through the misty night
The motionless man lies on the dingy bed.

I drift in,
Eyes swollen and scarlet.

I walk close and hold
the tranquil man’s hands.

While the man’s fingers are cold as ice,
My heart is a furnace fueled with pain.

The man exhales ragged breaths,
Almost lifelessly, I whimper and whisper, "What did I do to deserve such torment?"

"How am I expected to live like this?"
Minutes turned into hours as I watched the poor man,

He was engulfed in an endless sleep
An endless sleep I craved vehemently

As I was damned to live this dreadful existence.
Darkening was the path when I departed.

I wandered to and fro in darkness with the ghastly wind,
Under the lamp post,

Past the gloomy alleyway
Desire burned within me,

A fire unlike any had glowed in my heart.
The nightly sky beholds a rumbling ferocity.

The violence of the plummeting rain on my frosty skin
seems to extinguish the warmth of my soul.

I shiver in the cold arms of loneliness.
The tallest building stands solitary and unlit on the outskirts of urbanity.

The shadows within are personified by both death and serenity.
Each flight I ascend is another

opportunity of failure I must elude.
Even while sorrow has been the only thing in my heart,

I keep moving forward to achieve freedom from this misery.
I slouch past the shady doors that I know not where they lead,

I dragged my body across the dim hallways with paintings I know not of who.
I arrive at my room,

A path to a small yet cozy abode.
But I keep moving forward

Up the eternal staircase to freedom.
Upon reaching the top of the building,

I am renewed to the cool strokes of the nightly zephyr
My hair is not ready to gray,

My skin is not ready to wrinkle.
I look down into the abyss.

This is what I wanted right?
I would be alone no longer.

The echo of nothingness makes me tremble with glee
My sneakers are lifted with purpose

As I climb above the railing.
I could not contain such excitement alone.

I call out to the noiseless city"Do not fear freedom, you savages!
Father, I'm coming!"

"Mother, I’m coming!
We will finally be together again..."

I leave the rooftop
And am embraced with cold arms by the gallows.

In all the years past, I have never felt as alive.
Freedom is a great sensation.

The wind gently puffs its last.
The streetlight feebly blinks its last.