[Tyr Zalo Hawk]: 712.Random.NightmareOfTheMind

There are times when shadows walk amongst the living. Times when the stillness and tranquility of your surroundings swallow you whole, leaving you to suffer in the screaming horror of silence. And every now and then, the lucid nightmares of your inner demons come raging back, searing into your eyes and mind the images and fears from which you cannot escape.
Grief. Rage. Fear. All three are inexplicably twined together, forming a webbed coat of horrors that transform even the bravest and strongest of men into cocoons filled with nauseating bile. The inner core of life becomes the surface, boiling and swallowing every dream, hope, and faith until even the breath in your throat becomes starched and bitter.
Resistance is not only futile, and utterly pointless, it is draining, tiring, unforgivable. Driven by the pit of your soul your body wretches, convulsing in an attempt to correct the malicious tendencies that devour it, bit by bit. But escape is only something to forget about, to cast aside like the unreachable goal it will be to you, forevermore. The more you struggle with it, the tighter its hold on you shall become, until you are given up to its every whim and desire.
Acceptance is devastating. All that you gain from allowing it into you is the wintry, nightmarish perdition of the inside of your mind. The human heart is dangerous, the mind is deadly.
Inside that grievance of creation lurks every shadow, every unimaginable entity of the night. It is fathomlessly deep and merciless to an extreme only known by the creatures that dwell inside of it. When all else lies dormant it screeches out, ripping through the entirety of your being, and then snatching you from your tranquility before hurling you into the abyss of shadows darker than Hell itself.
You think you can fathom the chaotic anguish of my mind? Think again…
That’s what it’s like on a good day.


© Tyr Hawkaluk (2004-Present)