Yollopoliuhqui

Shadows slipping slowly
Across a fissured floor
Darkness dawns in eyes
Worn raw from seeing
Too much,
Too much.
The fingers of insanity
Prodding slowly, hungrily
They are my own fingers
Running through my hair
Pulling,
Tearing.
There I hear screaming
Sounding so distant
Filtered through my darkness
Yet it is my own
Shouting,
Crying.
Black voices laughing
Babbling an infernal tongue
That resounds again and
Again through my mind
Echoing,
Echoing…
A dark pool of nothing
There I will be swallowed up
A wind that devours all things
Even itself, for I hunger
Hungry,
Blood.
It ripples away in black rings
As it is fed by tears
Of dark eyes that no longer
See the world around me
Awake,
Nightmare.
Caught in an emptiness
A lonely dimension
Of private horror
My only friend is pain
Agony,
Hate.
Picking up the pieces
Of a broken mind
It slides through my fingers
Slipping through the cracks
Falling,
Fall…
To the source of all insanity.