| Existance swoops down upon him again, his shoulders
forced to sustain one more crushing blow. All the while his mind is turned
aginst him, changeing his thoughts into razors. He can only hold so much.
Every morning more and more piles on his back- twisting and contorting
it into an unidentifiable mass of flesh.
Reality begins to disconnect itself, pushing till he dangles clumsily atop the line- encircles by the void. It beckons to him, he can feel it's warm touch throughout his body, quietly swading his consience to release itself, to fall forever into the nothingness. Before it was so easy to resist- so much securing him to the line. But as time has progressed, the tides have changed, and his reasons few. Desperately he reaches out, fumbling for something to hold on to- to reel himself in. But it was not to be, and he tumbles hopelessly, his mind shattered, his soul weak and frightened- into the void. The warmth previously felt has left as a thick, dark coldness crawls overhis skin, clawing its way into his head. It wispers the most horrible things to him, filling him with an untold fear. The truth. |