HellSniper223

Mist, thick as the undergrowth, Clung tight to the dense, green deciduous canopy An old god, covered in wood, Sat before me "Why," I asked. "What's the point?" I blacked out. Before me a billion blood vessels Exploded outwards into absolute convolution against the blackness, Into complete chaos There, I stood at the center of something completely incomprehensible Then, without warning I was flung through the ether Over the vessels Around them Through them And just as I thought this exciting ride to be fruitless, As mindless as the existence through which I'd struggled my entire life… I found myself being removed from th

Anxiety Double pulse A deep breath A yawn My stomach hurts This is it Hours go by Misery of the mind No sickness yet Waiting….waiting….waiting When will it begin? I know it will. Sick because my mind wills it Sick because I can't take my mind off of it Chills, sweaty palms, Too much coffee Sleep deprived Exposed, infected Restless because of the danger Scared shitless

Like smoke dissipating in the breeze catching the air in a thousand ways-- skillfully-- floating in and out of reality Thoughts that taper off-- fizzle-- conquer themselves until nothing remains.

The wind here is beautiful. Like a thousand Technicolor swirls—alive— amongst the shady scenery. My mind drifts the way the world sways. With mirror-like splendor, Dreams in the presence of color Become dreams alive in the absence of common sense. Here I am, Moonlit, Drab in the serene undertones Whose wispy features Stake a claim; Stake out a thoughtless conquest in the night. What’s the worth of such a world without one as beautiful to receive it?