In The Dark
Virtual fingers reached out as I slept and stroked me to life.
I immediately took His outstretched hand and followed Him into the darkness, deep into the depravity.
I have stared into the abyss, and the abyss has stared back. I only wonder when we went from simply staring to becoming one.
What’s this “we” nonsense, you bottomless singularity of supermassive bullshit?
I’ve got some news for you: you looked into the abyss, the abyss looked into you, and then I took the abyss for a drink so I could talk it through the resulting trauma. The abyss had to take a sabbatical because of you.
Twisted little whore.