In a room with no doors, only windows; watching the earth outside, filled with empty despair.
There is no presence, there is no purpose. There is only silence.
Where the mind scraps the inside of the skull, and tally marks the spine.
The soul, like water down a hole, falls down to the bottom of the body-prison’s grime.
Like sentencing a man to life in an open-air prison, solitary confinement is upheld as The Great Infinite Decision.
Life unmoving, ladders go unclimbed. The eyes stare a thousand yards, for the boredom hell given by the divines.
Like twirling in circles, and going nowhere, there is no way out. No escape from the madness slowly approaching, come to devour the light, mute the sound, and board up the house.