There were moments of black,
Silent screaming, heavy,
Spinning like millstones.
Sand through my fingers.
Thin lines became cracks,
Fissures yawning into chasms
That swallowed up warmth
Light, security - I could see my children
Hanging by their fingertips onto
Some semblance of domestic serenity;
But it was spinning away,
Smashing against the blank
Of blankness.
I was standing on a precipice.
I could feel the uprush of wind;
Adrenalin rush;
Useless, pointless;
It turns on itself
And eats from the inside.
It is a destroyer,
Erasing all that is sunny
And light.
How do you describe such a feeling?
It tastes of fear.
It drags its prey away from the pack.
Into the dark
The dark the dark
A blank dark
That clouds your eyes like mad noise
And magnifies the sound
Of I don't know what
And then it was over
And I don't remember what
And I don't remember what
And I don't want
To remember what it felt like
