He has taken you
You have no more control
You have been slowly coaxed into a tar pit
The sludge silently swallows your clean human skin, catapulting your spirit into a fiery chasm of ineptitude and dalliance.
You cannot feel anymore
It is all the same
You only notice ever so slightly the extremes
If there is too much noise it is garble and delicious debauchery to you
If there is too much laughter it is the tender kneading of a shiatzu massage
Your lasciviousness is frighteningly predatory
You are becoming a demon
You ooze an animal irrationality and feed it with raw meat
You see no need to turn
You cannot bear the sun
You do not see the sun
Only in fairy tales
The dark is real
The dark is palpable
The void and vacant nothingness is tantalizingly tacit in your request to rule it
You are your worst fears, doubts, pains, and nightmares
You feel no security and slide into the comfort of a momentary pleasure
It is all malleable, changing, shifting as the wind on the dunes of infinity
You are falling in a shaft, a chasm of endless futility
Suspended but falling
There is no hope for progression in your eyes
Just a faded reflection of a jaded pragmatism
It feeds your nothingness and soaks you to death a thousand times
Forever
