|A predator. Observer. An agent of conclusion. He will wait outside until you let him in. He will accept anything. He will consume everything. A prophet of ending. Unchanging. Unyielding. His eyes in the reflection, his body in the shadow. Draw your breath. Do not let go.
The world is waiting in a perfect stillness. The snow is falling, despair growing. No motion. No emotion. Blood is dripping, heart still beating. Beating slow. Beating low. Beating in the growing snow. You can say it is a dream. You can say it is not real. You can say it is surreal. You can say it is unreal.
As above, so below. Rain turns to a thunderstorm. Dense fog. Chill haze. It will not yield to your gaze. Emptiness. A relief. There is nothing more within.