
He has since crashed.
He had never felt such weight before in his entire life.
A staggering rip downwards, into the rolling depths of hell.
A continuum flurry of surpressed agony.
Unable to unleash them,
He sits and battles them, deep within the chambers of thought and memory.
Anger versus Peace, a face off that marrs the processes of the faculties.
By looks he blends into the surroundings,
A ubiquitous being, just like the rest scampering around him.
But inside mind and soul,
The darkness juxtaposes well,
A dark entity against the pureness of heavenly powers.
The loudness of the peaceful surrounding,
Pierces into the depths of his mind, and magnifies the echoes of the voices within.
Searching, crying, trying, but never finding the source.
He sits, he muses.
He has since crashed.
post by joshua at 9:00 AM (x)