the materialistic.terrain, & the energy in the non-existent.plane

The pestilence in the air, rising from below like a low fog, rotation between my lungs and the vast amount of space it occupies, that I breathe, infiltrating into, with the promise of destruction by…

Savoring the last taste of life in the body I grew and sustained. The sight of a crow ruined the latter of the list, starring me down with  its eye of expectancy. Waiting, waiting, and watching every move I make, circling around like a vulture claiming what is his.

Slowly the infection spreads, diving; growing independently of the others. Viral codes from A-Z and including numbers of up into infinity, counting down to a more harsh infectious disease that envelops from the inside stimulating the core to a systematic shutdown.

Taking over, the crossing of visible planes come into view, the auras of multiple energies come at me from all directions succumbing me to the power of none, possessed, dropping to the ground.

Beneath, it is apparent the earth can’t wait to accept me, daring not to letting me go, waiting for the containment I with hold to enter, later decomposing; absorbing the left overs so that now I’m part of the world you see.

Never escaping, watching everything you do keeping in the secrets of, between you and what is not who you think. So let’s keep the secrets for who you think, will bring upon the march of pestilence.

Frightening you, when they say your name, waiting for them to materialize, so you can see their face, Confronting the all and absolute so they can sing you to sleep from where ever they may be. From life to a roaring infecting disease. Repeating this process and never letting go, wanting more, more, and nothing more…