Darkness.
It's consuming. It over powers and leaves you numb. Grey clouds circle over your head, they put the weight of the world on your already heavy shoulders.
Beat. Pump. Beat. Thump.
It's a never ending blackhole that starts where your heart once was. Reaching its icy claws over your ribs, restricting your breathing.
Beat. Whoosh. Pump.
The blackened tendrils of darkness expand into your already numb body.
It changes you, makes you see the world differently. It changes your body into a hallow shell of what it once was and never will be.
It's deafening. It makes the world darker, more gloomy. It's terrifying and yet it feels like home.You feel compressed and yet you've never felt more free.
Your thoughts twist and turn and end up scaring you. You've never felt this way before. You've never dreamt of thinking such things.
Beat. Thump. Beat. Drum.
You're happy in your dark, all consuming bubble. But to everyone else you look terrible. The life has left your eyes.
You know they'll never understand how the little devil on your shoulder could bring you so much pleasure and unending happiness.
The darkness is poison in your veins. Curling around your heart. Infiltrating your brain. Filling your stomach.
The poison drips out of you, leaving slimy footprints of what you use to be. The poison demolishes the rest of your untouched, pure soul without your consent or realization.
Beat. Thump. Beat. Flow.
You are you.
You think.
You do.
But you never truly feel.
You have become the darkness. The never ending abliss of nothing.
YOU ARE READING
Abyss
Short StoryA compilation of short works I have written. Inspiration can strike at anytime and can turn into anything. Here is the aftermath of my inspiration.
