it s a long way to reality from the mind s extremities deep in the core of the subconscious realm lies a shrouded being cowering suspended entity in darkness encapsulated in a crystalline state a soft glowing green in black amebic dark invading scampering through a silent chasm on the other side beams a ray of light the beacon becomes obscured as the walls structuralise cubiform crystallisation a daunted hero falls to its knees a piece of eternity from within condemned to memory one side is lost while the other is gained will the two ever be one in the same suspended entity in darkness encapsulated in a crystalline state a soft glowing green in black amebic dark invading retaliating echos puncturing my sanity the essence of my being is only a memory crippling vices instilled confirm the soul to seclusion dissonant existence feelings and thoughts without resolution life is liquid when we re young we paint with the colours of the sun time solidifies in our brains and we paint with shades of grey all i see are dark clouds over a sunny day the colourful picture of life solidifies and strips away tetrastructural minds what once was liquid is frozen in time a cold cubic cell traps all hope deep inside amebic dark invading1