I'm slipping, the edge grows near.
Warmth of insanity beckons.
I try to stay away,
but my eyes stare down the hole.

I'm draining, my arms are tired
My mind longs only for peace.
I want to stay away,
but I can hear it's sweet song.

I'm grasping, my fingers slip
The hole is deep, dark and cold
I'm spinning down in fear
Familiarly disorientated.

Maybe this hole is home
The darkness I've known all my life.
It's quiet and I'm alone
The world is so toxic and bright.


Take me far, far away.

Ever watched someone cook?
They're lovely served with salad.

The explorer entered the cave alone,
and he emerged pale with terror.
He never spoke of what he saw.
He saw nothing after all, but he felt everything.
And everything was enough for him to never feel anything ever again.

I tell myself
As a man of sense and reason
'Ghosts and gods do not exist'

I'm not afraid
Of movements in shadows
Or the wrath of fiction work deities.

I'm too busy
Haunting my own mind
With toxic self awareness and self made demons.

I stare at the ceiling,
Searching for meaning,
White indifference, gazing back.

I beg for an answer,
A cure for this cancer,
Secrets in plaster, stay silent.

Waking the void,
Blacker than black.
Emptier than empty.
The void is awake.
And empty.

Eyes seductive,
pursed lips,
awakened ember,
breathes,
sigh of satisfaction
smokey duvets
roll through the air.