The moaning comes from upstairs I hear them, as if Upon the threshold of awakening Ebony tides sweep me away again Not waving, but drowning Skyward glance through eyes sinking beneath the surface Spiraling through indistinct memories Meanings lost in the primal depths A caress of the void: the scream falls still
Reality null - The landscape dissolves Abysmal galleries of depthless gray Realm of decaying logic
The moaning has turned to screams Whilst somewhere beyond, a voice drones the mad narrative Of souls astray - reliving their mortal pains Silhouettes writhing in murky air Until a familiar voice whispered into my ear One word was all that was spoken Shattering the mirror of this fleeting oblivion Into a thousand shards of broken light