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This is a piece of a larger work, this is the very beginning. I don't have a title for it yet, though have ideas... ----- I reached out in front of me.
I look in the mirror. I see no reflection. No skull-head, no sickle, nothing looks back. The man I remember From yesteryear's picture Is lost in translation, needle in stack.
The slow black shadow. Swallowing my feet. Stalking me. A depressing black. A friend till the end. Or a dark presence. Neither I will ever know. But she leaves me at dark. Leaves to who knows where.
Men lined up to their deaths; facing the nadir of hell, waiting for the final command to plunge into it. I stand with them, cowering from the flames clawing me into its merciless abyss.
How the world will end Is a mystery to us all Will the sun crash into us As a flaming ball. Will we kill off ourselves With war and polution.
Please God, help me. The icy water is closing in around me, pouring into my mouth, dragging me underwater. I'm gasping for air, my arms flailing wildly, struggling against the current.
It was the glimpse into a nightmare... Or was it a dream. Which reflected That which I already knew- Though could not believe true.
Footprints in the sand, fading into dust. Missiles overhead, snipers take their aim; Blindly scrabbling for help, who to trust. After this, life would never be the same.
I sit still here, and listen to the thunder, It rolls right over as I cower under, It makes me feel like I'm three inches high, As I am shaken to my knees from its presence in the sky.
A shaft of light sweeps through the gap, Leaps past the hinge in the door, Drenches the floor, the mess and the air, In a beam of brilliant white.
Savage plains of hatred filling up your sight. Graphic crazy statements filled with so much might. The truth is false your fears are real. I taste your tears I know how you feel.
Today… the day is bright, out there the sun is shinning, out there the wind is dancing. In here, the clouds are grey, there's no air to breathe.
A shadow of doubt, In the crook of my mind, It lurks without repent. It favours my head, It trawls through my thoughts, From whence or whom was it sent.
It can be a shadow in the corner of the room. It can be a flicker at the edge of your vision. It can be a creeping shiver traipsing along your skin. It can be the bustle of bodies enclosing around...
Listen. You need to get away from here.
Don't look at me, look at her. Her glassed, nearly dead emeralds that gaze pass your soul. Crimson strands that once lit up with passion. Now only fall like autumn leaves.
Down. Down. Down..... Deep Down Deeper Down Still Quiet Silence Down Further Down Dark Shhhhhhh Darker Keep going Down Darkness Shhhhhhh We are here Abyss Don't move Shhhhhhh Now.....
Not sure what happened here with this 1, but I went to the dark side......damn!. You don't know me.
Silence. No sounds. Cruel agonising weighted palms -motionless. Awkwardly tilting heads - slewed. No sounds. Aching eyes straining, squinting, Scanning shadows - flickering doubts. No sounds.
You stumble upon a cave; You stare deeply into the sticky black, almost syrup-like darkness.
No matter what I do, It is always there to greet me. A vision of my future. A horror for only me to see. I see a man, stand facing me. His head faces the ground. In his hand, there is a pistol.
The TV flickers on with a buzz as you awake. You find yourself strapped into a leather chair in what seems to be a metal room.
Quaking with shhhivers, All snuggled in bed. Not sure if it's cooooold, Or just in my head. I pull the covers up hiigh. Chhattering teeth to stop. Thinking of hot places, the cold comes out on top.
crawl in my arms. craddle my ribs. eat my rotting heart. that no one forgives. skeletal remains. decaying long past. the maggots took flight. but they multiply fast. in a fortress of wood.