iceyabyss

Cold Escape Crystalline shards shimmering millions of sparkled light, a sheen of water beads be speckle the frozen alcove, water sluggishly churns underneath the feather-snow dusted pond of ice, small fish conserving energy drift letting nature carve their path, a frosty atmosphere where the air itself seems to huddle close to the frigid earth

Be at peace The yawning of the breeze, a titillating smell of ease, lush grass swaying to and fro, a pace of deep soul searching breaths, a heartbeat pulsing to the rumbling voice of the earth, each bone feeling the strength of the trees, a goose-flesh rendering serene atmosphere, tranquil energy flowing through oneself, soothing the mind forevermore.

What is to us if we lose,                                                 the earth What difference does it make,                                                 will heal What is the signifigance,                                                 with or without help What is the cause for concern?                                                 and our existence. How shoud we care,                                                 think of other lives How would it matter,                                                 we could save How could there be a reason,                                                 for the future I

Without conscience debate we agree, To concurr within a clicheic society, In a belief system with recycled ideas, All for one and one for conformity. How long will we be paralyzed, to what ends must we contrive, To ecape this stagnant swamp, To taste the fresh air of originiality?

Another day has begun, It will end as it began, Sadness throughout the land. To kill someone is to kill your sanity, To kill your sanity is to kill all trace of reality. Unintentional chaos aobstructs the mind, Our thought process constricted by chains of conformity, The venomous bite of society corruding our souls. Morbid secrecies plague our minds, Causing homicidal cravings to corrupt us all, All the while suicidal tendencies stay hidden, Depraving our souls.

How can you watch, How can you think, How can you sit there, How can you relax!? You know you must do something, You know others must do the same, You know you must recognize it, You know it must come to pass! Why can't you decide, Why would you do nothing, Why is it so complicated for you, Why do you live with no purpose!? You know you must do something, You know others must do the same, You know you must recognize it, You know it must come to pass! What is it that makes you powerless, What must be done to make you act, What opportunities are left from your rejection, What should we do!?

               Staff in hand, he ran across the land. As each stride he took, his sword in its scabbard would clatter at his side. Wondering whether he would make it in time he thought, “I must get there. I must before it’s too late!” Just a few hours ago, his sword had awakened him. Strangely, the sword had freed itself from its worn, scarred leather scabbard. In the eerie silence of the prairie the sword hummed in a flat melancholy tone and reverberated a slightly blue smolder till it had awakened its master. Vadyokas had peered over the blade, foreseeing his mother lying on her bed dying. How could this happen? How cou

Chaos dominates the soul, Havoc mastered without intent. As a desolate mind scatters about, The body is poisoned, Freezing the heart. Morbid illusions foreshadow, As darkness covers the past. With death always at hand, Such is rapture to induce fear. Temptation flood the gates of reason, The wrecked gates destroyed by self-doubt. With vile contemplations consuming unchecked, Sinister imbalance contorts, An ever growing mass of sadistic euphoria. Lost in another plane, Psychosis runs rampant, Annihilating those of reason, Both become victims.

“Someone help!” Only my echoes answer. I need to escape. I am not crazy! I dash across the padded floor and lunge. I hurdle myself at the padded door. Nothing. The dark presses all around, suffocating me. I’m not supposed to be here. I cannot be here. This cushioned cage torments my soul. How can anyone force another human like myself in this isolated white cube and not feel any remorse!? Only those that condemn others of what themselves have committed can feel no passion for the likes of me! They called me insane, yet they’re the psychotic ones for imprisoning me. A howl of despair rips my throat shredding the few