feverishly he tore through the pages in the moon-splintered darkness,
blackening words, decimating sentences.
paragraphs murdered in a whirlwind of angry silence, dusty sorrow.
in his madness he sent whole dreams away to die; spinning into the empty void, to be eaten, to be lost.
it just wasn't enough; he couldn't bear the haunted words,
the tainted serpentine script that strung his existence together, and so the book of his life he finally set alight;
his mad eyes glowing brightly with the embers of the end.