Abysmal

At night, when i am  in the absence of light, i get  engulfed in silence.

I listen to things around me. The horror that comes makes memories flicker in my mind. 

These visions come to me like a fever dream, but only because of their lucidity.

The fleeting daydreams flash across my mind from dusk to dawn. 

These memories, of years gone by, are presented to me in vivid, opaque splendor like a razor’s edge, or concentrated light. They cut through the murky fog in these nights of isolation. Over the span of time waking dream is over. I then  evolve from the absence of the light to  abysmal reality. 

                                                         

World Of The Abysmal Lord