A walk by the sea

My mobile phone occasionally works,
when its fully charged, otherwise the screen blanks out.
Demons of Parthonia, trapped men, hurt them.
My throat hurts a little, been coughing most of the night.
Armed with darkness, shattering hope.
I'll be fine, glass of water and some halls soothers.
Marched thirty days to the end of time.
I'll sleep a few more hours start work at one.
Drifting thoughts of other worlds, other ways.
I hope I dream of that same girl.
Three eyes, the third the most beautiful.
Confused as to where I lay.
The end of time draws near.
Demons and I.
Myself and time.

I rest on a rock.