In the black...
in the deepest darkest black...
of the never-ending night...
so quiet I listen for the pitter patter of tiny millipede feet...
creeping they do...
through portals secret and hidden from view...
there are things that skitter and flit about...
crawling little vile creatures that leave acidic trails
that eat away at the very walls of my brain and cause me pain and rot my thoughts...
cold fright in the middle of the night...
find me something sharp and insert it deep into the recesses of my cerebellum and probe the inner structures...
pierce deep and stab my pineal gland...
stir it around and scramble my cortex into gelatinous stew...
chunky style...
too bland just add some salt to taste my carnivorous one...
savor the flavor, share my mind in small mouthfuls...
fiery like the sun...
chew and let my innermost thoughts burst onto your tongue...
open it up and pour the rest out...
remnants of insanity uncured leaving a gaping cavity where reason once ruled...
now empty and red...
slick with fluids stinking and foul two eyes now vacant stare at nothing...
invite the crows to peck and feed...
in the black...into the black...