Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Tag: Eternal Darkness

  • I Fell In Love With My Demons

    I Fell In Love With My Demons

    I fell in love with my demons, and I wandered alone like a feral creature in the forest, feeling lust every time I tasted blood, suspended in the eternity of darkness. I was haunted and viciously allured by creatures of the night.

    I sought my reflection in broken mirrors adorned with bones and silver. However, I was never capable of seeing my countenance in them. My bed was a coffin, and my only devoted accomplices were evil ghouls and skulls.

    Every night, I drowned in the ocean of tears made of pain and anguish. The only light I could gaze upon was the crimson moonlight staring at me ferociously. As much as I tried to avoid my phobias and nightmares, they constantly terrified me in the shapes of shadows and ghosts.

    I mourned through the endless night over all the despair and distress I could no longer avoid. Exhaustion consumed me entirely. The most agonising fears penetrated my heart with their thorns like prickly brambles.

    I was perpetually entangled in ruinous dismay, and I was ensnared in a web of anguish and obsession. A burning flame overwhelmed my heart, devouring it. I was transformed into a spectre made of fire and frost.

    I fell in love with my nightmares, and I embraced all the pain I was destined to endure. My yearnings were my ruin, and I surrendered to their devastation. I didn’t fight against doom and decay anymore; I became them.

    I took advantage of my secret haven carved in ice and fire. Darkness didn’t scare me any longer, for I was made of gloom and shadows. Absurdity became my norm as I was altered into a complete oddity. I stood as a total aberration before mortal eyes.

    No creature could save me from that deadly and tainted chasm, where I finally embraced my most authentic essence. I fell in love with everlasting harm and obliteration. I rediscovered devotion and bliss in delirium and hallucinations.

    My utmost pleasure was losing my heart, which was impaled to death by the demons I cherished the most. I clasped my madness with a rope made of thorns and hooks. I sprawled on ashes and dust, sinking into an eternal slumber.

    Eternity and death were in me, as well as the steady necessity to sense distress. Pain was an exquisite gift that my evils offered to me. I transmuted to darkness and oblivion. I had no name, and no mirror could reflect my countenance.

    Obsession and tragedy were engraved in my flesh and bones. A deluge of frenzied festered into form, blooming like stone flowers. The eternal night welcomed me and revealed to me all its arcane secrets.

    The sound of solitude rumbled like a menacing roar. The only light shining over me was the crimson moonlight, soaked in remembrances and forbidden oaths. I fell in love with my demons and dismay. Every teardrop of mine became decay.

    Tormented ruins and relics emerged in the graveyard of my deceased dreams. The stars halted to shed light on me. Darkness became eternity and infinity.
    Elisabetta Esther

  • The Silent Abyss

    The Silent Abyss

    The silent abyss,
    Beneath the crumbling skies, where shadows laugh in fractured tones,
    A void swells with silence, choking on forgotten echoes of time.
    The winds howl, though unheard, their voices twisted with the lost,
    Cacophonous yet mute—an unsettling hymn of invisible despair.
    Jagged whispers scatter like broken glass across the emptiness,
    Shards of forgotten yesterdays, falling endlessly into the silent abyss,
    A place without a name, without memory, only a hungry void.

    Silent echoes gnaw on the bones of shattered dreams,
    Feeding unseen monsters that slither between cracks in the dark,
    Their secrets are stitched into the fabric of nothingness,
    A quilt of dread that wraps around the spine of the universe.
    Veins of night bleed into the endless well, blacker than black,
    Twisting into spirals that strangle the unseen heart of the void,
    Claws of forgotten fears dig deep—ripping the night apart.

    What slumbers beneath? What breathes this doom unseen?
    Chained stars scream without sound, swallowed by the silent abyss,
    Where time dissolves like dust, and silence wears a crown of shadows.
    Endless, the abyss yawns—hungry, forgotten, an ancient mouth,
    Devouring each heartbeat in the stillness of an ever-bleeding night,
    A silence that consumes, that gnaws, that seethes in quiet wrath,
    Never-ending, never seen, yet forever within, a secret curse.

    Here lies the world unmade, cradled in dark oblivion,
    A place where no light dares enter, where only the abyss reigns,
    Silent and eternal, stretching out its tendrils unseen,
    The silent abyss,
    As it devours, devours, devours all that remains.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

  • Chaos And Obliviousness

    Chaos And Obliviousness

    Chaos and obliviousness enveloped a realm ruled by eerie fog, where time stood still,
    Turmoil reigned supreme against every will.
    The clocks ticked backwards, the sunsets were at dawn,
    The reality was fractured, and sanity was gone.

    The paths twisted and turned into labyrinths,
    Shadows moved in a trance, in a perpetual daze.
    Voices echoed in alleys like whispers of dread,
    Of entities unseen that always drew near.

    A carnival arrived with a dark, eerie flair,
    Its lights were a beacon in the thick, murky air.
    The trails were distorted, mirrors showed lies,
    A funhouse of horrors beneath darkened skies.

    A jester with a smile painted in red,
    Led the unwary to the realms of the dead.
    His laughter was hollow, his eyes void of light,
    A harbinger of chaos, of endless night.

    The oblivious townsfolk, unaware of their plight,
    Danced through the chaos, blind to their blight.
    Each night, they dreamed of a world far away,
    But awoke to madness that wouldn’t go away.

    The town’s clocktower chimed a discordant tune,
    Its bells tolled the doom beneath the pale moon.
    Among chaos and obliviousness, reality crumbled, dreams intertwined,
    In a maze of havoc, where nothing was kind.

    An old book was found with pages torn out,
    Its words held the key to what it was about.
    But the lines were in riddles, twisted and dark,
    A puzzle of madness, a chaotic mark.

    This was a realm where disorder reigned,
    And the lines between dreams and reality blurred.
    In the heart of chaos, oblivion lay,
    A kingdom where the lost found only their cries.

    In shadows of madness, in the whispers of night,
    The land remained bound in its own strange plight.
    Its fate was sealed in the fog and the dark,
    A never-ending loop, an eternal, eerie spark.
    Esther Elizabeth Racah

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