Shock and robots; the locked door opens

 I crawled out of my grave. I stare with red rimmed eyes in shock as the emotions and truth

 rape my brain. I gasp and swim

 with the stars as my eyes swim in tears full of epiphanies. I walk along the road,

 my head screams as I dance mournfully with my stumbling feet. I look

 to the dying sun's beauty and see it as a symbol. It will come up again if it grasps and takes in its will.

 Rise sun rise!

 Everything excretes meaning as the world moves. And I stay still. For now I'm still.

 Should I run? The trees are arching menacingly. The wind howls through their torn leaves.

 That reminds me; I'm a little torn. Robotically, I reach for the tape and band-aids. 

Soon it will be time to fight again. 

Now let's just drink in the beauty... but when will I have to run?

Is the onslaught done toying with my strings?

I want a drink. Guzzle, guzzle, fly. 

Is this insanity again?

Tomorrow I will melt into the sun.