There is a power nearby there is a strength beyond the beyond.

Power with the capability to destroy the undestroyable.


An unstoppable force to destroy the immovable object With a sweet perfume that floats in the air like the breath of a thousand daemons.


A gentle affixation clogs the pores and orifices.

A spiral that will capture me and create a vortex that will overtake my entire mind.


Struggling to resist the visual and auditory hallucinations,


that lay before me.

Can all of this merely be psychological or neurological?


The ash has fallen for the last time it falls violently,


unlike snow but is equally as cold As if nothingness had mass, weight and is as solid as flesh and bone itself.

As the preparations of life can rapidly be transferred to the preparations of the end of all life.


The explosive and distorted sound I know settles close but seems so far away.


Distance and time, space and substance, intertwined and create an implosion and subsequently an explosion that will decimate

I spifflicate my dissembled emulation, with seething ineffableness.