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?
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.