Night’s cloak envelops me.
I am lowered, thought by thought, hanging
Over the dreadful, terrifying abyss.
There reside the nightmares,
Crouching in the filth and mire.
There is the unyielding horror of
Grotesque, inhuman shapes.
Morphing faces, skin like liquid, shifting,
Growing, all attacking, no escape.
Please help please help please.
I repeat my voiceless supplication.
Voices fill the air, in whom can I put my faith?
No one has truth. How did this happen?
How… how did this happen?
I’m transfixed in an endless moment,
Trapped in the simple,
Terrifying despair of life,
The infinite loop of Time.
The secret is out.
I  float above all that is,
Completing the circuit of emptiness.
Weak with knowledge, I am told to let go.
I must: where I am, pain has made its home.
But soft. There is a way, I will be whole, I cannot rest,
I feel the light, it shines over all that I have seen,
Turning monsters to shadows.
Day has come.