Darkening Imgaes
Hell
Obsidian walls merge seamlessly to make a sealed room.
Light from outside seeps up through a grate in the polished floor.
A floor like a lake of frozen black water.
The ceiling is a midnight sky devoid of stars.
Each wall is visible but the image is obscured.
Reflections on each mirror-smooth surface create an eternal prison.
Trickling water from far away quietly echoes in the room.
Creatures that crawl up through the grate, black and glistening themselves.
The turn back, there is nothing thee to catch their attention.
The woman in the corner rests on her knees.
Her hands bloodied from beating the impenetrable walls.
Her voice depleted from endless screaming.
Darkness
Indulgences in the dark fantasy of ones own mind can be dangerous. To touch the dark place in the heart can lead to wonderful insights into you psyche. On the other hand if you stare too long into the Abyss, as the philosopher said, it begins to stare back at you. This is to say that, while it might be helpful to learn these new truths about yourself, you run the risk of giving them power over you. Not everyday, “gee I wish I hadn’t done that” power, but real, “what have I done” power. Therefore the wise soul only delves so deeply into the well of their darker nature. There are those who would say there is nothing wrong with exploring your own mind, but to them I say, the mind, (like the well) is almost bottomless. If you probe too deep you risk falling in, and never escaping.