Coming Undone

the serpent's tongue lashed across inky lips, wiping away the traces of mercury scented liquid that so perfectly painted his maw. ears rocked back against his head and his eyes traced the rocks and slopes that descended downwards to create the massive ravine that was so perfectly displayed before him. It was perhaps...the most intriguing thing he had seen thus far. Vermilion eyes found themselves staring directly downward, the evening sun creating a cascading shadow that made the bottom of the abyss seem endless, for he could not see an end through the darkness. What if one could simply fall eternally? Metaphorically, they could; for he did--though realistically, and logically, they could not, eventually bones would crack and turn to dust upon some kind of impact, or scientifically, the pressure would force them to implode on themselves. Interesting indeed -- to be caught in free fall and then end it all with a rather anti-climatic death...it mattered little to him. the mongrel would turn away from the dip and crevice of the earth making his way from it. His intrigue had been explored, exploited, and ended. He had nothing left to discover. Perhaps the life of a black and white thought process was seemingly plain and monotonous to others, but to him it was quite natural and easy going. Life or death was the ultimate debate, and when he was placed into the equation the argument became obsolete. He was the god of this realm in his own disturbed mind and he had no intention of allowing such a conclusion to differ.