Obsidian Darkness: By Katelynn A. Moxon©

Disembodied figures
Sleepwalking
Through the doors of life
Their voices obscured with the city’s obsidian tinted fog.

INSANITY.

The handprints on the wall-
Our feet FAIL to meet the forest floor.

CLAIRITY found in the cult of the Star.

Oblivion seeps into the West.
Desires become our opiates-

The rubble of SOCIETY faded into D E C A Y …

Understanding has become ephemeral
(Like the transient colors fade).
The veil hangs precariously between worlds
Standing perched on the edge…
IT’S OVER!

The mass conception has entrapped us.
Friend or foe-

This is the END
For Us ALL