Abyss

I have had a firm belief that the construction of ones mind is a mere product of its decomposition. Spending years plummeting into a self sustained abyss hoping that one day there will be an emptiness waiting. A freedom from conscience. A nothingness that marks the morsel of being I have so often longed to be. However this barricade, something I have never reached, is something that appears to be suspended in the depths of madness. The freedom from emotion, rather a curse, a defiance of humanity. The freedom I longed for in reality a disconnection from natural order. However this abyss was not a linear creation, the end could never be reached. Instead it had become a concordant loop hole. Each member of humanity circling its grounds, some hiding in the crevices of the soul sickened dirt, begging for safety. Others marching through in aims for an end as if a lieutenant disillusioned by battle. All striding for an escape, an escape that provides a promise greatness. An escape that no one will reach. As the end is merely a delusion people allow to consume them, their bodies pursued by this insanity so well cultivated in the ground beneath our feet.