You're flowing through my veins, permitted in my mind, leaving a bitter after taste in my mouth. how can a feeling of such emptiness have so much presence? <br /> <br />A constant putrid smell, a chill on my skin, an over whelming sense that something is trapped beneath an indestructible surface. everything raw and layed out before me. but covered in an insurpassable haze. <br /> <br />A perplexing and radiant light is shone. but all I see is never ending darkness, a labyrinth with no beginning or end. <br /> <br />Only fragments of the maze left at hand. as no clue as to how. Ive made it from one seemingly pointless section to the next. so all that I possess is a lingering doubt that I will never be set free from this vast and empty abyss. <br /> <br />The End...<br /><br />Richard Nicholson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-darkness-comes/
