07 Dec Within The Dark Pool

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 such thickened blackness was awaiting here, though I never imagined myself to be bound to return to some waters once again, bound to an anchor like a hand guiding me to fates – pulling me deeper beneath. With each passing of the hour, and each dwindling grain from the sands of time that runs from the hourglass I have kept my eye so keenly on, I grow less and less resistant of all these malevolent things and thoughts that now take a hold of me and what remains left in this shattered line. For eras I have warred, and for ages I have fought, and with each passing moment such as these I have grown to learn of the inevitability that awaits. For all that I truly desires exists within numerous hours and lines in which I no longer have access to, time that is running ever so thin now, and lines that are now being erased from this reality.

I do not belong in this place anymore, it is why I have no begun to let the blackened waters of this dark pool begin to devour me whole – for it was waited patiently, much like the shadows that are devouring further lands now that are out of my reach. My head begins to rush, spin, and feel pushed inwards as the pressure of moving into the below begins to take a toll on my body. I close my eyes as the act of fates and acceptance alike begin to alter my darkness one final time, a a darkness that will surely consume me. A darkness that I have awaited within the deep corners of my mind since I could ever remember. In this moment, I feel deep inside that I wish to weep, not weep for the process that has begun to happen now, but weep for all that is lost – for both the passion and desire that will surely burn out with the fires that this final flame is now becoming, as well as the things that never will be and were never meant to be, but instead seeped there way into this line through dreams all the same, an eternal torment that I would otherwise be not able to escape.

For some, what I have long since perceived and the desires that I now act upon disorient the very picture of reality that they have clung to for so long. These acts are such that could never be conceived by the vision-less, for they are left in a void of their own. One of false light, or perhaps some other type of darkness I have yet to learn of. These blackened waters devour so strongly, the very pressure of these waters fracturing trust that I have spent countless hours building, knowing all to well that at the end of all of this, these waters seek to drown me and make me a part of them. There is little struggle during these moments, and much is left to happen for my presence within these waters have only just begun. This water knows that deep down, the fates and fractures alike that I have long since set into motion are not something that can be rectified, this water knows it is ever so pointless for me to return to a sense of false light that I have long since threw away, this water knows that in these moments, despite what I feel inside; what has been set into motion is meant to be a part of ties of some supreme design that I could never fathom.