Into the abyss

Unlock a deeper nihilism to find a deeper existentialism. It's never about my love.

Into the abyss by James



Walking into darkness
opening the soul to dismal thoughts of something that is sparkles

bleeding hands rubbing across the closing walls
sadness weeps and moans through the halls

opening the decrepit door in my mind
the door that wakes into nightmares of every kind

What have I done?

falling through the cold ground and through a pentacle of decaying memories
the horrid deep depths of my mind can't say what madness is in these memories
what mortals can take these memories
I have opened Pandora's box with these memories
I have turned every paradox, every meaningful feeling into a spiteful malnourished perception with these memories

what have I done?

The sad soul that stalks me in the dark now tortures me with fear and pain
it begs for mercy and it begs for light in its own bloody rain...

I look up through the darkness...

Lift me up
pierce my soul with holy light
lift me up
show me the path that is right
lift me up
shine light on my dying heart
lift me up
take me out of hell....
lift me up
close my eyes
give me heaven

Reviews

[C. C. Burl]

Wow, this is powerful. I love it. At first the narrator is in the depths of his soul, but there is always a way out . . . it takes God, though, to really bring one out of the eternal Darkness. Thank you for the write, it made me think. Flora.