![]() ![]() His loins were set aflame and a sense of ease overtook him. Then, before the moment could pass, the Moonlight Man leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Jake’s lips. But such thoughts were quickly chased away when his eyes met with the gem-like blue eyes of his Moonlight Man. He considered swallowing every single illicit pill he could get his hands on to try and escape this wretched existence. He considered putting his pistol to his temple. All those little happy fallacies that he held so dearly were laid crushed and broken. Stories of the cursed, the endangered, and the omnipresent. The sanity drained from Jake as he learned secrets of the universe that only the damned and the primordial could ever know. Upon his visit he kneeled right next to the trapped malnourished body of the musician and started whispering unspeakable things into his ears. He didn’t stay for long but he need not to this time around. Rather he felt strangely beckoned, strangely welcomed by the cold warmth of this humanoid’s return. This should have been one of the scariest moments of his sad life, but no, he was not scared. And just stood there creepily staring at him and all Jake could do was, well, stare back. In the corner of his bedroom he had seen the haunting beauty and eldritch vibrations of the Moonlight Man. A hallucination his well-meaning parents assured him was just that. The Moonlight Man he and his mother had called him. In Fact he was in middle-school the last time he saw that pair of illuminating blue eyes. In his helpless state he saw an eerie man he had not laid witness to in a long long time. Why? Well because before the night was over he knew he was no longer alone. He ended up, despite a rightfully rocky beginning, not being upset at that. ![]() Soon it will come to flash him a faceless smile and shine some blackened light on this poor lost soul.įor the first time since childhood Jake got a sudden and unexpected night of Sleep paralysis. And it will come to grace him when the moon is full and the comets make their decisions. What kind of future awaits Jake? Homelessness? Organ failure? Perhaps death from a drug deal gone wrong?Īll could be seen as reasonable possibilities if not for the fact that, unbeknownst to Jake, there is a hope for this one hit wonder. those compassionate few who can stand to be around this tragedy of a person. Such a lonely life with the only company at any given time being the vodka currently swimming around in his liver or the phone-call he would get from one of his few remaining friends I.E. ![]() He has long since stopped hiring maid services anyway. In monstrous amounts of debt and wasting away inside a condo filled with countless unsold merch and empty bottles of beer he couldn’t even be bothered to clean up. Now here he is this pitiful shell of a once optimistic man. One of his songs topped the charts but all further tracks thereafter barely even scraped the bottom of the barrel. This however turned out to be a false hope and a fool’s paradise combined. This sad bastard, he was once slated to be the new rising star dominating the music world. Though this doesn’t stop him from gracing these channels almost daily to see his once youthful mug. Outside of that his face may also show up briefly on one of those retro music-video cable channels but only once or twice a year if he was that lucky. They might remember on occasion some of his work when an elevator ride here or there hums vaguely familiar tunes. ![]()
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