Intent

Staining, it spreads, every fiber in clear view. Almost majestic, almost perfect.

Clocks ticking ticking ticking. Digital things are ever so boring sometimes lacking this ability.

White noise clouds of inseparable thoughts entwined spinning webs made of dreams.

Lights throb in an unforgiving fashion, headache inducing light, so bright, so pretty, so hurtful.

Claws don't hurt, they never do. They are sharp, they are strong, they are beautiful. Smile for me.

Cast a shadow across the fields. Echoes are unheard of here. There is nothing, nothing.

Fire fades muffled air a smoke screen kissing faces crying shedding tears.

Emptiness is silence and silence is brilliant. And silence, silence is boring.

Throwing away that which is unimportant. Laugh it all away. Until you laugh away laughter.

Because in the end, it's really not morbid, not even at the slightest. Just, plain.

Trails from the contents spilling over, the figure isn't far off, the box isn't damaged.