The Cold Soul follows the road down the rabbit hole;
the cold soul with a rock attached to it, sinking deeper into sin. The cold soul goes down the rabbit hole-road alone.
The Shadowrealm is like a blood-less corpse; it’s been stabbed over and over many times, and still the body remains. A disembodied corpse floating in pitch black darkness makes no sound.
And eyes seeing and darting in shadows, is never found.
The mind flowing in darkness is never sound; but the inside of the skull is dark.
The body is full of darkness, for there is no entry; illuminated only by soul-light.
There is boredom in the surface world; boredom like an ungodly plague. But once you get underneath of the skin, there is boredom there as well, and boredom everywhere.
Cascadia Legends and Poetry 