Feeling this today. Exploring once more, the deep spaces, dark spaces.
Pandora. Her box is vast and deep as it is wide. Secrets and demons bubble inside, like hot, molten tar, sputtering and hissing. Latching onto the sides and climbing, desperately seeking freedom. Seeking release from their cage. Single goal, to seek, conquer and destroy all those waiting on the other side. The lid remains shut. Sealed up tight, save for one crack. One tiny little crack which buildup has worn down over the ages. Disaster seeps out. Drop, by devastating drop. Pandora’s box may not ever be opened, but her demons will find release.
It’s a certain kind of darkness I am after. Down in the trenches of the human psyche, there lay a pit. Darkness and desire pool and rise, seeking to take over the chambers of the heart. Seeking to pervert the sweetest and simplest of emotions, and twist them into something more. Something complex, bitter. An emotion…
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