Cacophony Lullaby....
The air chimes three, his eyes burn from staring at the clock, his world is spinning from the alcohol he’s been sipping, and he’s at the point of feeling nothing. The roof starts falling. But it’s fine because he cant feel the rubble stabbing. The lights go dim then it gets quiet for a bit, Later when his eyes focus in all he can see is black silver and gold, The light in the alley makes this place seem more regal then it should bathed in a glow it seems slightly hospitable and all the metal gleams at the right angle, he sits up he stops a second in and rockets back down as if pulled. He gasps big time. Then it hits him, the rancid air. He tastes a 1000 years of pollution and waste and decomposition at once, and he gags he gags till he dry heaves. While looking down taking deep breaths to end the attempt of his digestive tract to escape he notices a crimson hand in the corner of his eye. His head jerks franticly to the new color.
to be continued........
to be continued........