Dark Battle

That dark angel on my gates will remain a mystery. I shall arm myself with only my trusty pack of cigarettes and my mental swords against the demons that haunt me. I can feel the blades slipping from my grip. No matter, I will fight until I have no breath left. My path is clear, having materialised in my head while I explored the realms unseen and unknown to most people. Tomorrow, at work, I will voluntarily subject myself to sensory deprivation and allow the separation. I must find out what is hidden. To win this war, I am willing to lose this battle tomorrow.