I hear them still, laughing at me as I lie before them as an offering to their dark God. The angry hissing whispers. The shifting shapes on side of my eyes, falling back into position when I turn to look, haunting my vision and memory. The ghost hands on my skin, causing it to crawl away of my body and soul, to disappear into corner of safety. Reality shrinks away of me again. I fall into myself, falling silently into the blackness, not knowing when it will end. The evil chants of others that call me to edge of sanity. I look for the source of voices, seeing none. I am tired. I see the darkness rise up to meet me, to take me away of my life. I welcome it, letting it embrace me into it's future, and I vanish.
Avatar photo in memory of my younger brother Makar.
"Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted."~~~Martin Luther King Jr., 1963