writing Black Square

[Kazuki Fuse 534]

Black square in the back of my mind keeps growing, getting bigger and bigger until it hollows out my head. I'm seeing things in my periphreal that I know can't be there. It's so stupid, today I even tried to pray although I knew no one was listening besides them.

 

Frantic, twitching rapid eye movements. Unexplainable things have happened here. And I can feel it all reaching to a boil. The inaudible whispers get louder and louder. I can feel something constantly watching, waiting for any sign of weakness that I might show so it can attack when I'm at my most susceptible, dragging me beyond the visible spectrum into the dark inbetween. I hear a noise. A low frequency rumble that makes my eardrums vibrate. A hungry sound.

 

When they find my body, I don't want to just get chalked up as another twenty something suicide. I need people to know there was a war in this tiny apartment on 352 Crescent street. A war which, if you're reading this, I obviously didn't win. I need people to know that in the winter, the days aren't nearly long enough when you combat the night. I need you to know that if you put enough belief in your fears, they can literally come to life and eat you alive.