Phantom Pain

at night, when the blue moon calls out to all wild things, its azure a calming wave in the bottomless screaming night I walk in time and with each furthering step, sweeping strides which pay more mind to any journey than its subsequent destination, I wonder what translucent fish hook has ensnared me, finding myself dragged from bed each evening, restless body and brain, suffering from some kind of phantom pain which wines and aches each second i stay in one place so I swim through these dull grey streets crossing sides when i see something move in my periphery avoiding eyes because to me they bleed through my thin skin and creep on the contents of my lungs filled to the brim with this past i continuously try to Ash for the last time