"They Say Depression is a sign of genius.
You can see the world as it is."
And not how it should be.
How could God be cruel enough to damn his children with such a curse? How could a man blessed with such a curse continue to stride through life evading a facade brought about ignorant bliss while the ugly black and white proof stared him dead in the face? When his sanity neared its edge and the falsehood of wishing upon a star knowing the light in the darkened sky was just as dead as he was on in the inside no longer gave him the satisfaction as it once had years before.
Was this intelligence?
Or is this madness?
Seated slumped in a padded armchair, flicking the charred butts of old smokes at the cloudy glass of the only thing separating him and the chill of the night and the rain that came with it. This weather was common in London. This weather was usually loved by its viewer. But tonight he found himself stuck in his thoughts, staring off into a cloud covered sky as if seeing the stars they hid so well. The ashes from a fairly new smoke falling forgotten on the frill of a white blouse.
Shut away from all but a few people, the mind of the crimson priest was a dangerous place. Beyond the walls so securely place, designed to keep the people without the key at bay and was not for the view of the faint of heart.
The mind of a genius so he had been told.
It ran through thought after thought in a single moment that would wear most of the public down before it reached any deeper inquisition. But at this moment it was stuck in a deepening trench that even fewer had the ability to pull him from. A trench filled with darkness, the view of the real world and the monster it held. The very one that pressed his urge to drink and drown every sorrow and monster in the hopes that the same ignorant bliss that possesses the common wealth would return if only for a moment.
It never does.
So hear he sat in the darkness of his chambers amidst a cloudy window. Crimson locks a mess, cigarette smoking itself, and a thousand yard stare hard enough to shatter diamond. The need for escape growing, the need for alcohol growing faster. But that would require breaking free from the trench wouldn't it?