Quartath

I embrace myself in this perpetual prison alone in my self made cell All I want is to feel the warmth of hope well up inside me again show me the path to purpose I am fueled by the spark of insanity driven by a vision in my head It matters not what I see or hear only that I know its there That alone, that lonely thought will drive me on and out Through the nothingness I will claw my way Through the nothingness I will see the day Doubt embraces me its putrescent breath stings my eyes Fear clutches my heart in its grasp I wither My body is weak robbed of all feeling I cast it aside The vision haunts me I see the birth of

Across the sky I paint my heart and weep at its mystery. Into the sand I dash my dreams and wonder what they mean. Through the ocean I cleanse my soul and watch it fade away. Within the stars I glimpse my mind and it expands beyond my reach. On my body life plays its tune and I listen for the melody. At the end of it all the question begs what    is    me?

The end would never come no sense of completion to gain, just an endless trek through a twisted nightmare. Was this plight my fault why was I all alone where was everyone? Time faded into nothingness there was no end to the darkness. This land was void of feeling void of any semblance of emotion. I longed to feel warmth again to bathe in the embrace of light. This place begged for my soul a yearning so malevolent it had killed the land. Hope must be found I must reach the impossible and free myself from this hell. The air left my body as the chill seeped in. Reality lurched as death drew closer. No I won't submit this ca

          Today was the day I took down my company. I was going to drain all our accounts to an offshore bank and set sail for the Caribbean. Nothing could go wrong … BZZZZ BZZZZ BZZZZ. I grumbled to myself as I smashed the alarm clock and sat up. Just another day at the office, full of fake smiles and sarcastic pleasantries. I wish I could just blow it up. As I proceeded to get dressed and pour some cereal into a bowl, I turned on the news. "Breaking news, a high speed chase has broken through downtown New York after a daring bank robbery." "They'll never catch me in a million years, this plan couldn't of gone better." I veered left and

Mirrorscape Walking through a world enshrouded in a ceaseless mist, none are who they seem and everyone seems someone else. Mirrors no longer hold, the unbreakable truth they once held, just falsities of who we aren't. One must stand alone in a sea of shadows distrusting reality disregarding truths, just to cling to a tangible individuality. Break through the mirror and free what's trapped inside.