Time in mind, the dark was approaching unhurriedly, surely as promised obsessively coming for us.
Slithering slowly, hearing their deafening screams in violence, violently breaking the silent silence.
I then saw it , in the depth where it sprung from
I lost my consciousness and began a rebirthed walk to the abyss of absence.
My familiar mind a stranger as the decay journeys to the my souls core
It singes to past lives, happiness now a adjective only in dreams i confess.
Collaboration between mark and I,
It's kinda fly
Taking turns to come up with lines
We both chilled, so it was nice
Writing is the best thing since rice.
