Walking The Plank.

Hands bound by the chains of my haunting nightmares. Blindfolded by the shades of misery. I don't need to see to know what lurks beneath. It's the churning sea. The churning sea of torment, with its rolling waves of anguish. Waves that I can hear crash alongside the unsteady, creaking, unstable boat. The boat that … Continue reading Walking The Plank.

Familiar Despair.

Unblinking. Hardly feeling. Numb. Cold. Another sparkle dimmed. Another light extinguished. Time escapes. Irrelevant. It’s dark. An understatement. Air doesn’t even seem to move. Yet breathing is still possible. Light doesn’t travel here. Only darkness resides. It’s welcomed. It would be easy to get lost here should escape be a priority. It’s not. The crushing … Continue reading Familiar Despair.