Darkness, ever reaching always greedy, attempting to gobble all that falter in the light. Rays crashing against the slaughter, life ebbs and retreats to a brighter place calling the darkness to advance. Every step is lost, every action is remembered, every failure is brought forth yet the light may make a comeback. It all rests on the electricity that binds. The darkest shadow is created by the luminous light. The darkness pleads with you to grow!

Straining muscles cry out for relief as bones grind against their constrains. Forced by electricity made real through pathways without origin. Churning like the tide, muscle pulls on ligaments yet left wondering about fatigue.

Of fleeting memories and treasured toys, ones own light only hides the sickness. For none know despair intimately as those whose only strength is letting go. Softly the eyeless peer back from the darkness, quietly the voicless hum while the deaf listen. Madness you say? Mores the merrier!

Sweetly strums the beat of the orchard, the vines strangle the lattice into a symphony while the gentle rain mists the forgotten fields. The farmer headed the warning but on deaf ears the cries of the plants fell, for now as the symphony concludes the cold crackling turns the mists into mist.

Carrion thoughts, never dissapearing, only rotting. Recycled by the beasts of malice, inflicting misery and torment as if upheaved from the concoiusness. Spiteful little lances of greed and frustration fill the air as spores of discontent settle upon the broken dreams and shattered hopes of an individual too afraid to fall again.