Clash.

A kid is arguing with is mum. He's arrogant, he thinks he's got it over his mum. His mum is staunch, her emotion is clear, anger is there. Even if he doesn’t get what he wants, he's still won.

Hero's soft voice silenced. He was of the greatest kind.
Gunned downed, all too soon, all too soon.
And now the world is weeping.

The empty rooms are my audience. I'm making the greatest breakthrough, and its all in my head. I pour out my knowledge and let the silence hear it. I reply to my questions, the problems are laid bare before my intense analytical argument. i'm completely insane

Winds grip at the sides of the mountain, rock and weather grapple in an unending struggle.
Ice structures and the homes of ancient times.
The frozen twilight hold them in stasis. Timeless

Hand scratches face. The lines of the road flash past.
The music beat. It makes me think of things beyond the here and now.
I'm holding the steering wheel. I'm holding onto dreams. I slow the car at the next corner. But I'm hearing the screams from the nether world.

The shadows are left behind. Where my shoes once crushed grass now touch bare rock.
The stone is flat, faced towards the town, and the sun is setting, where it had been rising before. I’ve stepped through the doorway that warped the outer world.
I'm looking for him.
I'm looking for the hunter.

Glimmer in the night. I stumble slightly, but stand up straight. I laugh with the others, I'm enjoy the free feeling. I am drunk. Stars and darkness and inaudibly words. Its all fun and games. I’m spinning in circles. But the images are there, they’re at the edges of everything and they are waiting.