He inhales. It is the first time he's felt alive in a good long while. Boiling anticipation seizes him as the lights begin to dim. The appetizers were nowhere near the satisfaction of the full course on its way up. Lost in the euphoria of sweat, smoke, and the hint of alcohol in the air. Eyes wild as energy rushes through his veins. With clenched fists he makes himself ready for this moment. A man steps through the darkness as time begins to stand still. Two more steps and he can see the man's eyes riddled with anger and tipsy with power. Validation and profanity pierce through the speakers through his heart. The riot begins, each one fighting for his life, as a messgae they have wept to cascades through the dank room. The movement is hypnotic as for a second he stops and locks eyes with the man on the stage. Pulsing andrenaline ingites his already pounding heart at blood from his lip touches his tounge. This is all he has, spinning in the etheral chaos. Anger boils in his veins as justice somehow seems to be met with one blow after another let the words that give him life wash over him.
The dance ends and a smile come to his face for just a few short hours. Life is bright in the smoking section of IHOP. Scars and stories are shared amonst friends as lyrics are crazenly quoted at the table. After this home awaits, along with a now empty bed. The darkness lulls his aching body to sleep as once again the rage begins to seethe underneath the surface. Blankets gripped tight as he drifts off, back into the land of nightmares.
He Sees, He Feels, He Weeps
The LORD looked and it displeased Him there was no justice. He saw that there was no one, He was appalled that there was no one to intervene; so his own arm worked salvation for him, and his own righteousness sustained him. (Is 59)
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