Lying, anchored down in a pitch-black room with only small high up windows to tease you with a chance of escape if ever trapped.
Beneath the comfort of your blankets you look at the ceiling waiting for your eyes to adjust to the new nocturnal environment.
But being in such darkness gives your eyes no light to absorb no shadows or highlights to decipher. This is what will drive one crazy
Not being able to guide their eyes across the line were the ceiling and the wall conjoin to make a line around you to give you a feeling of space
Instead I am in limbo, a purgatory.
I am plunged into a dark ocean with nothing but the sea floor beneath me.
My imagination and lack of sight make up objects and sounds like I am in a sunken ship still creaking from its pain. It now plays host to creatures and fish alike who prey on its disability. Like homeless men now house sitting on its recently abandoned rooms.
For a while like drowning in an ocean I fight it. Close my eyes open them again; close my eyes open them again trying to wake my mind up from its tired hallucinations.
But eventually you give up, let your self drown and you find peace and comfort.
You let yourself go whispering in your head, “go to sleep you are now part of the dark deepâ€, a whitey line you must remember to write down in the morning if the hands of the sun decide to rescue you. Give me dreams worth keeping you plead. Bur you secretly think a goodnights sleep is what I need.-- by me
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