I went to the sea at night, one particular night,
incredible was the blackness of the sight.
And brains run in corridors, carrying some old horror story books -
like little disgusting insects tickling
the expression of an empty, white, freeze face.

The dark was here beside me.

I could not sense the essence of the dark, but my heart screamed to my
conscious for I felt slight panic in my stomach. It was the dark.

I was unable to detect visuals with the naked eye aware of the fear of
some mouth concept swallowing me whole.

The dark.

The black. It forms deep in my mind as a metaphysical monster; is still
beside me.

A constant fear.

A suspense in recognising what's beyond the dark with the naked eye,
looking through a reflection of myself fearing the shadow of the sea in
my soul.

The dark will always be a part of me.

4 July 2002