"There is a universe within each of us. Here, it is most apparent, but at what cost? How far does it go and where does it draw the line? What even is it?"
Down goes another glass. "I am very, very tired," spoke Edwin, "Leave now, and take your burden with you." "So you will not help me?" Sophia replied.
Illuminated desert sand Effervescent stars upon the Earth Dust of ancient Gaia's hands Nature's ashes, on the wind they surf
Back and forth... back and forth... I sway. Hung by my ankles in the dungeon of old church ruins. Figures circled around me. Long fingers dangling from the sleeves of their robes. Faceless heads of rough, dry skin stare from the shadows.
She lived among the trees like a woodland creature with a ceaseless starvation, cursed to an immortal dwelling upon this wretched Earth. You can see her crawling upon the soil while her moans reverberate into the town. That was her lure, those alluring moans. They seduced the ears of men and women into her clutches right out of the neighboring streets and fields. A succubus full of blood-lust and an envious loathing for mortals. This woman was adept at her craft, deeply convincing with her seductive cries, giving her victims a type of salivating lechery they've never before encountered. She was the public enemy of the supernatural for years. Until the day she caught me wandering the great outdoors of my new hometown...
Through the Infernal
Enriched by the falling harbingers Beseech unto me the desire to observe Remaining in perpetual motion Cascading amongst the nails in the walls
I ask "who am I" But there is no "I" We tend to dig deep Like the surface cannot satisfy Is it not as important as the world beneath?
Legion of the Gods
"I stand, held above by the egoic reign of heavens and hells. Divided from my equals by a lust of power and signifcant position. The bridge between you and your deities. The afterlives that are but voids within that which is my entirety, where I accept all for all are I. You are my gifts that I have bestowed and share until the day I return for you to deliver you to those you worship.
Putrid miasma follows the empty man Willowed as dead roots Hollow mind and hollow heart Death takes his withered hand Beyond the bridge lies not salvation
Unearthed Pt. 2
"How's it going over there, Reed?" Tams calls out from the tech tent. "I'm fine, I'm fine..." I retorted, half ready to lie down and open my arms to whatever supreme being will have me.
Unearthed Pt. 1
Here I am... At the end of the world. Didn't know I'd be content. It's kind of relieving, you know? I get to find out what happens when I leave this world. Quite the self-jollification to an unabating existential burden of a lifelong itch that sits at the back of our minds.