pre-occupying metaphors

And then the damned awoke from their month-long intoxication heeding the call of their brethren. Fires burning out from the top of their head they all that was ever left only to dance and vomit the remnants of such unbearable light. Giving birth to the repulsive excesses of a lonely man, she walked on a stony path only to come face-to-face with what she already knows. The bruise on the soles of her feet, silent witness to her pain. The gaps in her breath and once lucid mind slowly disintegrating. It was all but too late, she has become part of the meandering landscape. Captured in her weakest and raging state. Screaming to be heard. Under the sweltering heat of the sun, betrayal strikes her as she feels her heart baking like a stone. Charcoal brown, nearing lost. Meanwhile, the distant borders grow unnoticed, passing off poison gas. Persevere the wise toad says, hold-off on change. Our lives are not to influence any kind of future, the machine knows what it needs to do. Wiser than man, wiser than the devil nor any other god.