The grip of the 9th sleep has become something more of a desperate clench, a grasp of desperation and violence alike. In a way, it is forceful, rather than the more gentle touch that it used to have many ages ago. The touch in which...
With the 9th sleep now taking it's hold and tightening it's grip as these nights become darker with each passing fragile moment that passes by - I continue to find myself in and out of sleep once again. In and out of sleep like a...
The flame, an integral part of this process, a crucial catalyst for what has since happened following the day's of fearlessness. In reality it has always been within this line, yearning, desiring, and longing to be one with me - no matter how far gone...
I am overwhelmed with sadness and despair as I drift downwards into this dark pool, these black and cold waters, illuminated by nothing but the moonlight and the distant shimmering's of the neon fates that beckon from deep, deep below. In a sense, I knew...
Silence has consumed all noise that was once present here - what was once known as the In Between. A place that stood steady between the wavering forces of false light, and true darkness, a place that stood as the mediator between life and death,...
Standing at the edge of the dark pool, a pool which only exists at the edge of time - moments before an Advent's end, only. Here I stand, still, motionless, deep in thought for I know this water that these Neon Fates, Shadows, and Darkness...
The last remaining light has faded as the dying twilight fates as I begin to twist my body in an odd and strange fashion, diving into the complete blackness that is all that remains. There is nothing left to lose and nothing left to love...
During these darkened fleeting hours of the night that I now know to be the precursor of the darkest nights that are to become, I spend these moments picking up the pieces, and reassembling the puzzle that always was, but had never been seen in...
This loss that I will soon experience will be of one that has been built up throughout the duration of several eras and even more ages alike - it will be a loss that we will all experience, but one that only very few will...
Every hour that passes now seems to be strung along in it's own entire collective, as if time were more connected now than it has ever been. Even after the daydreaming has taken it's place, and even after the disassociation has taken it's toll. Time...