Docile and stagnant he lays on a spring encrusted crypt. A bright beam of luminance sears and his eyelid is lifted and inspected. Again he is left to continue rotting, and they leave the room - the door clicks quietly closed.
Time passes and the lingering daylight retreats gradually, shrouded in numb twilight a beetle steers along its path. A musty musky stillness coils about the air, it stings the eyes that one must blink it out in grey mouldering tears.
Masked face this time, a shaft of light falling over dust rising in the air. The side of his mouth is pulled back, cream coagulated saliva clings to the fingertips. Seemingly satisfied the scene is abandoned in stifling sterility.
Boundaries blur and the mulch and all are absolved. A claustrophobic cavern, creeping viscous spires, brown bestubbled, fibrous perspiring dirty mildew.
The door will no longer open and fate is left to its course. Through action or inaction another corner lost its immaterial grip, those reliant upon it smoulder at a distance. Thick steam, choking, slipping away.
A world away from all that should be, as I myself stumble about in the lustrous fog, blinding and unending. So I procrastinate once more and more and over again. What can anyone learn from this? That they oft-times let up time along until it passes by? That ennui might rear its sodden head to dismiss all concurrence, this and that, while I remain the other thing.
Could this be the one that ends better, could it end as all others, or worser than another?
All I know, is that I don't know who I am, or where I am going on this ocean of chaos. So I am hoping and breathing that later on, another half a year and then many more after. I am hoping and breathing, that its leading somewhere I've forgotten, and somewhere I never knew, and somewhere faraway. Somewhere I think I'll know if I might ever tread. I might ever get there from where I've already been.
If there isn't a path there, then what path is worth taking if it is or is not? I don't think I'd know if I found that one, the one that leads further into void and oblivion. I would follow it on and on and never meet the reckoning it represents.
What do you think, if you do, I'm not really sure when it comes to others. I imagine it could happen, I can't tell even if I am told the thoughts of others, but that's a whole lot closer anyway. So please, tell me things I couldn't make up - or imagine?