Feed into me all that you seek, feed into the wildest of desires that you dream.
Speak to me of secrets held by those who have long since gone. Whisper to me the meaning of these codes which repeat seemingly endlessly, in a fashion to teasing, so taunting – that I am forced to look away.
Enlighten me of the madness that awaits, because even now I can feel it caving in. Like from the pressure beneath blackened waters, I can feel my mind enclosing on itself.
Make these seemingly nonsensical things make sense, for reality even now feels less tangible than it ever has been.
Strapped to the seat, every time I close my eyes it’s like a nightmare, and awakening is the constant manifestation in knowing that it will all happen again. I sometimes wish that I could just remain here, lay here, decay here, and be gone with the comings and goings of this broken time. Because there is a lot less vision now than there ever has been. And though there seems to be no path that remains, I know that the fruition of fates begins with the letting go of the very ounce of sanity I have held so dear. For there is a sense of destruction in the chaos – even if that might lead to ruin. These powers are of something much more greater that I may never understand, but I will be damned if I were to never try.
So take what’s left of what holds me together, show me just how far you can tear me down. For this is the very preparation that has been waiting in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, to lead me inbound towards the very final fates that have been sentence onto me.
