An ocean of agony. Agony? Flowers withered, desires… lost?
Lores swallowed—dreams once breathing, now?
Drowned in chasms—forsaken tales, endless falling,
Where do they go? Nowhere.
Shadows flicker, flicker, waves broken, broken,
Moonless night, secrets scream,
Silent cacophony—cries dead, desires dead,
Labyrinths…? No exits. Only fright.
Gnarled phantoms—clawing, reaching,
Grasping at… what? Shattered? Nothing.
Time twists—spirals into venom. A kiss—no time.
Fracture. It fractures. It’s gone.
Whispers—wind’s cruel—madness—wind?
Melodies lost. Chaotic, despairing.
Bones…? Memories? Brittle. Shattered.
Scattered in the void—where? Void light—? Can’t breathe.
An ocean of agony. The void watches. Always watches.
Dreams torn apart—veil shredded—
Sighs—rambling—wicked? Toll. Toll.
Come closer—the land of the dead, lost in lost.
Fragments. Bent. Distorted—truth? Lies?
Mirrors reflect nothing—shattered spheres—
Shadows blur—light is gone—blend—
Dance of… chaos? Fear? Born in fear. Fearborn.
Phantoms through the haze—whispers…
Fractured tongue—no sense—nonsense—
Maze, maze, shifting maze—
Reason is dead—turmoil reigns—no king, no queen.
Twisted vines—thoughts entwine, smother, choke—
Sense fades—gone. Chaos reigns.
Puppet to shadows, shadows dance—
Surreal? No. Unreal. Unreal.
An ocean of agony. Tangled paths—no direction. Nowhere.
Step—fall, step—fall, the unknown devours.
Fair? No fairness. Just echoes—
Forgotten. Forgotten. Moan. Gone.
The cold gaze of nothingness—silent, lingering,
Souls adrift—a sea of… something? Despair?
Spark is gone. Shadows rule. Shadows? Shadows.
Ensnared. Gone.
Echoes—never was—nothing was—
Ocean of nothing—agony? Lost flowers?
Cause forgotten—gone—gone—
In chaos. In rest.
Echoes—forgotten—twisting, gone, swirling, gone.
Silence cracks, cracks, nothing is right, nothing is wrong—
Prisms shatter, thoughts unravel—colours spill,
Bleed—black, dark, no light—no light at all.
An ocean of agony. Spirals twist inward—collapse! Day? Day gone.
Void swallows—shadows play—play what? Nothing—
Despair hums—faint? Not there. Barely there—
Lurking, waiting, dead air—dead air.
Relics crumble—dreams shattered—forgotten!
Slip—fall—cracks in seams, seams broken—gone.
Time—thread, thread, snaps! No weaving, only dread.
Tangled—chaos—unravelled—where does it go?
An ocean of agony. In the end? No end—
Fragments scattered—fearborn pain.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
