Creative Blackout

Riding on a wave about to crash into nothingness...longing to leap over minnows while taking a bite out of the nearest shark...after all, one is either shark or shark bait, a test of fate in dark waters over a blue sky waiting to form the faintest of rain drops from heaven to hell, a prayer or a spell in divinity what is divine lest you prune the vine that bleeds you dry in the night of day then it all goes away...when one's breath turns to fire...and it's ashes to ashes and the dust it crashes into the light of another lost soul in the dark forest.