16 Oct Insomnia (B-Side)

With all of the darkness that I have come to know whilst taking on the shadows for myself, I have come closer and closer to the concept of daydreams within destruction. These day’s, and all that I once needed them to be have begun to evolve into a journey of dread and despair. For while I do know internally that the flame still burns bright at the edge of this place, giving light to what would otherwise be a darkened scape – I also know all to well that my time is fleeting and the terms that I have yet to come to will not outlive the hands of fates.

Even during darker hours, I have begun to hear the whispers and sense of callings of those who have been long since gone, the conscious conversations of the echoes that are ever-so enticing, however there very pull is a violent as the inner of a black hole. It is during these times that I have come to use with no longer seeing the sun, for it is almost as if it is no longer a part of me, almost as if my body no longer requires it’s nutrients to survive. For what awaits me now as I grow closer to the flame will be nothing but cold moving blood, and tired eyes – at least until the fire is reached.

The flame will not do my bidding, nor will it willingly reveal itself to be on this vigorous road. For if I am to give into the consistent calling of the echoes now, the flame will simply remain still in it’s current whereabouts, and die out acceptingly, as shadows lay waste to what remains of this place – as part of the agreements. With fleeting time, I know what remains ahead will be on much darker things, fears that I once stowed away in efforts to reach the place of the fearless. Undying fears that will do all in their might to see me fall.