A Shroud

Stop.

Stop everything you’re doing.

Everything…

It causes you to stop.

To stop all logical process of thought, all positive progress of emotion, and to forget the roles of chemicals and cognition.

Only to sit and stare blankly.

Only to allow your mind to be filled with flashes of inner fears and struggles.

You are forced to stop.

To stop and allow this monster to control you.

To take away your vitality, your optimism, your strength and motivation.

Your reason to act and feel.

It sucks out every last drop of energy and leaves you with nothing.

Only apathy remains.

A numb acceptance of an unexplainable and unavoidable pain.

Just stop.

Stop and think and fall…

Descending into an abyss

Surrender.

Your mind will be clouded and your vision blurred.

The destructive cycle will continue.

Because in a world of black and white, only the bright flow of red breaks the monotony.

So stop.

There’s nothing you can do, there’s nothing you can say, there’s nothing you can ask for.

You can only wait.

Stop and wait.

Wait for the sun to rise tomorrow morning and the darkest shroud to fade.

Time

One day when the sun is bleak

And the marrow drains from the words we speak,

And these practical matters we face each day

Carry no significance in any way,

One day when all tears have dried

And in our creations we can no longer confide…

All of the reasons we use to define ourselves as human

The beauty we inspire and the innocence we ruin,

One day there will be a time

When nothing will surpass all that we find,

When words will lose their ability to define

The infinite and immeasurable line,

One day…

When we realize time,

Is only a concept of the mortal mind.