There is not white in where the shadows flow
Ebbing at stretched sanity and returning
To the filthy pit from whence they have come
There is not one such place that they cannot reach
Coiled fingers licking at the edges of reality
No rest is sought from the grasp of night
All matter slowly leaking from it’s clasped claws
Nothing escapes, nothing dares to hide itself away
Swift but painful, live is drained from all that gasps
Lungs collapsing as blood trickles scarlet soft
It beckons from the corners of the Earth
Draws near to the ones who have sought their demise
And the cycle continues
You. Are. A. Human. Being.
Your mind is powerful enough to the point where at this very moment, whether you realize it or not, it is reading, processing and comprehending all that I am saying.
Reach out and touch something. Grab your arm, the edge of the keyboard. The top of the screen, your mouse.
Move your hand, roll it over so you can see your palm. Pay attention to the way your bones move, the way your muscles flex and stretch.
You are an intricate, enigmatic organism with an astounding comprehension.
Look out the window. Look at the hues you’re able to observe.
You have a lovely, powerful mind.
Do not waste it.