Madness

A madness crawls across the floor and climbs the walls like dark, tangled vines.

Reality warps and the vine covered walls reach inwards, toward the walls within.

All is a tangled, dark, mad world without escape or respite.

The walls within hold

For now.


Escape: a blackened, bright scrying mirror.

Behind it, all that exists

and more.

Always more.

Good and evil in equal parts,

but the light, often obscured.


Through the mirror in my hand,

I see safety,

I see contentment,

I see heaven,

I see okay.

Okay is somewhere out there.

Maybe one day, okay will be here too.  


My anxiety’s been pretty bad this week. Haven’t even started with the last part of Darkness Reformed, but oh well.