You fall into the worping ground and you melt right through into the other end.
Traveling back in time.
Free falling, you are hurtling with a back clenching force; space time pushing against you.
Shoving you into the never ending abyss.
Intense ringing vibrations are echoed through the tube pressing against the prismic walls bending and warping it to its control.
You hit the bottom.
Time stops.
You never existed.

We crawl through deep fall.
Upon stone walls and wet orange leaves.
Laughing hysterically at fear.
Dancing in the golden sun we count the rhythm of the beat.
The druming stings but it brings us together.
Like falling feathers we glide.
We clock, we watch, the hours fade.
The ravans cry withers in our bodies.
Hallow are we.
Emptied by the monsters inside us.
We all float.
Like feathers in the wind.
Up and down till we all go down.
Heaven bellow is a feather mound.

My ears ring like a church choir.
I can not hear my own thoughts.
Every step that I take is like walking through water.
My heart thumps against my chest like a steel hammer.
People all around me;
Their faces hung up on the walls for all of society to look at them.
Their grim faces chasing my eyes like dogs chasing cars.
When I collapse
I will stand back up.
I will not submit to the world.

Love.
What is it?
Love is unknown.
Love is powerful.
Love is the solvent
Hate is the solute
Together they create the ultimate  solution.
Love in the end will succeed.
Hate will perish.
Why is something beautiful?
Close your eyes.
Picture a white flower.
Imagine the flower now in a void of nothing.
Now embrace this.
Let the flower become part of you;
Part of your mind,
Your spirit.

Time stops.
Clock paused.
Faces all around made of dark concrete stone .
But yours is bright
Like a shining light.
Frames flip behind my eyes.
Do you even exist?
You ****** upon me instinctual relazation of my existence.
Don't look away.
Don't solidify into clay.
Unpause.
Clock begins to tick and tock
Like the rhyamatic nature of throwing a skipping rock.
But I am blind and can not tell time.

There once was a cat who was fat
And all he did was eat and chat.
Who dove for table scraps
And ate them in his naps.
Till one day he went all low-fat

A bomb is born into the sky
Its mother a fighter jet.
Like a falling anvil the bomb rushs towards earth. It is excited to touch dirt.
Tanks are rolled out.
Guns straped to backs.
The iron clad diseal engine of the tank is deafening.
The sound of a gun.
Pow!
Pow!!
Pow!!!
Gut wrenching is the clicking sounds of the heavy iron guns.
Death is watching everyone.
He is waiting.
Watching
the every move.
The bomb hits the ground and death is there looking around in the ruble for any souls who have separated from their body.
A wave of air destroys every thing in its circualar path like a leaf blower.
From the outer radius of the bomb explosion the heat and force are slathered upon everything and everyone like honey barbique sauce.
And death stands in the field like a lone stag looking up to the above.