When Darkness Comes
You're flowing through my veins, permitted in my mind, leaving a bitter after taste in my mouth. how can a feeling of such emptiness have so much presence?
by Richard Nicholson
A constant putrid smell, a chill on my skin, an over whelming sense that something is trapped beneath an indestructible surface. everything raw and layed out before me. but covered in an insurpassable haze.
A perplexing and radiant light is shone. but all I see is never ending darkness, a labyrinth with no beginning or end.
Only fragments of the maze left at hand. as no clue as to how. Ive made it from one seemingly pointless section to the next. so all that I possess is a lingering doubt that I will never be set free from this vast and empty abyss.