Unfathomable

The unfathomable releases itself, noticing its dark reflection within the mirror before it. A slight glance, a distant murmur, irrefutable discharge, charging into the blinding blackness of the cold Autumn night. A black silhouette, of a fragmented mind. A black silhouette, of what was found to unwind. The distance always held promising depictions, as these were depictions of what was to come. They could not be seen or heard externally, but within, the subtleness with, this was a different type of realm. The kind of realm, which made all of the demons lavishly weep for a certain type of redemption, which could never exist for their kind of torture. Lurking within the short distance, this is the bloodlust of motivation and self-seeking. This is the type of self-seeking bloodlust, which makes one’s mouth salivate profusely; grinding one’s insides in and out, wanting and needing more. The salivation comes when there is a temptress, who admits to have a claim in utero. This is the ultimate reward for the sacrifices, which were made, and will eventually be made within the hereafter. Insertion into in utero; the travesty of piety, a benefit for no one. Intensely watching the reflections of an exorcism within the black tainted mirror. The temptress receives more pleasure than pain, as she is begging for the same. Begging and pleading for the torture to never end, the rawness of her inner savage will never mend. This is what she undeniably credits to her slit wrists; she needs to be heard and seen, slightly caught in between, what she has always considered to be unclean. The distance still holds the unknown majesty within it. The future is always a golden chalice, waiting for anyone to drink life’s strong and intoxicating wine from. Life always tries to hide her face from the living; as she is always wearing a long black hooded robe, and holding a scythe in her hands. Life has never been a stranger to me. I know exactly who she is, and what she represents. Most people have never seen her, as I see her every night. She comes to visit me in my dreams, sometimes showing me my future while I sleep. For some curious reason, she will never show me my immediate future, but only my distant future. Life will reveal future events which will happen anywhere from 3 to 5 years in the future from the night I have the dreams. I will forget all about having these futuristic dreams, until an event within my waking life will cause me to recall these future dreams, I had 3 to 5 years prior. What is life trying to reveal to me, by giving me dreams of exactly what is going to happen in 3 to 5 years from now? I feel it may be a strong possibility, that no matter what decisions, no matter what choices we make, the place we end up will always be the same. Life is curious in that way; she will allow you to believe anything you want to believe, but will then mindfuck you just for her own pleasure. Just after Life has finished mindfucking you, she will allow you to believe something completely different, then again stepping in to seek out her pleasures from within your pain, permanently solidifying herself deep within your murky fragmented mind.