With each pill the pain engulfs
It will never cease to exist
For it is too dark to speak of

It casts people into silence
Relatives into someone else to avoid

There is no true reprieve
Only momentary lapse in awareness
For it is always there
A monster dormant inside

The body is dark and full of terrors
Things we can neither see nor hear
It challenges our notion of abstract
Yet makes us feel all the physical aspects

Yet there the cat lies,
It’s coat shiny and sleek in the dark
It’s eyes glinting amidst the cloud

Suddenly you are on your knees
You don’t know how you got here
You just woke up like that

No matter how many pills you swallow
No matter what you smoke
What you throw at the beast
There is no release from this place

This is not a purgatory.
No, it is far beyond that
As if Dante had come to a sudden halt,
At the worst place imaginable.

Now it roars.
It’s ugly head rearing about the space
It can see, you can not.
And now it has power over you.

The limbs move
Yet I do not.
And within lays only oblivion,
A dark abyss of sorrow

They say it found me when I was you
Waited then it won
Some say that you can’t beat it
Most seem to beleive

All except those who know better.
Know that what lies beyond that door
Will never be affected by me
Life will go on even if I do not pass by

It’s dark
It’s cold
And all I can hear is the soft purr,
A faint whisper from afar.

Why not? It says
Why not?
Why not?
It never ceases to ask
It constantly goads

It is with that
And a nerve is strung
You can’t look at a moving vehicle
A piece of rope
A medicine cabinet

The ideas don’t stop
Neither does the voice
Softly, quietly.

One can not climb from a place with no ladder
Nor can one take enough to make the light come back
It always comes
It is the only thing you can now rely on

Dante would not wish this upon anyone
It would cripple the soul of even the strongest man
Sifting the ashes through its thick and feathered hand
Fragments of men left behind in war torn land,
Amidst the stench of anger and abuse

There are no means to an end,
For the world will still go on to spin
People will still kill
People will still die
But we will continue to spin amidst our own cloud of materialistic ignorance.

In the end, Dante will lead us all
In the end, we will no longer be tall.