Automatic Writings

Into the Abyss

A cold, lonely, October morning.
A dark, spacious, empty room.
A young man — desperate and destitute.
This one, finally alone,
is Overcome.

This is what you wanted, no?
Alone, stripped to nothing, and it’s all the same
But it’s never been more clear
That you keep running the other way
How could this be what you want?
Do you love the horrors?
Do you need them?
They’re sitting there, waiting for you
He’s not going to save you
She won’t save you
We’re all alone
Don’t smile at me
I won’t fake it
I don’t feel good
I don’t know anything
I need to know