The Monster Within

The night grew long and tiresome for Michael, a deep offset of fog and haze overshadowed a radiating cityscape in the distance, the alley Michael was in had quite a different feel from the city, the thick and foreboding atmosphere within the alley had a kind of somber yet dense gloominess to it, this obtrusive gloom had over time become like an ocean, deep, heavy and nearly unbearable. The unbearable nature of this atmosphere caused Michael to struggle, this clambering was followed by a sudden gasping for air, within the brief pauses of turmoil and asphyxiating anxiety, Michaels's eye caught the twinkle of one individual light, this light shined so brightly it caused Michael to forget about his inability to breathe, and a tunnel-like effect began to encapsulate Micheal, this stimulation drew him in, pulling at his transcendency causing him to fall deeper and deeper into a trance like inactiveness. Michael gazed and stared intently for some time at this light, he watched as the rain bounced and light shimmered causing objects around him to have a slight glow. Time seemly stopped for Michael, he contemplated the many facets of life while adoring a dancing display of luster and the hazy drizzle that sparkled across the misted air, the accumulation of these tiny droplets could be heard splashing and echoing off the walls almost harmonizing to what one can only imagine as the presence of orderly chaos, the resonating sound of passing cars and beings incapable of understanding the inevitable internal representation of death were also audible, but muffled to some degree, however, it just added to the overall ambiance and bleakness of Michaels surroundings. The soul of the dark and shadowy alleyway was equally felt, this was the passage in which the echoes of life grew and surrounded Michael, but as peaceful as this may have seemed the sedated feeling lapsed and Michael was interrupted when he began to feel, existent, a strange and unusual feeling to most, however, an all too familiar sensation to Michael, its a pure and realized the feeling of despair, like being ripped apart as each fiber of ones being is stretched and liquified, this was an utterly terrifying and hideous feeling to Michael that could be felt deep within the recesses of his inner construct. Michael also knew that what he was perceiving he was also becoming, when abruptly everything turned red for Michael, his anger and rage began to swell inside of him, the world around him also twirled and spun relentlessly as an endless loop of blurred visions filled his mind, it was at this point he was sure the monster was coming and there is nothing that he could do to stop it. The sheer pleasure of hate grew expediently inside of Michael, this hate produced the limitless feeling of power, and somewhere within that brief moment between sanity and disillusion his madness engulfed him, Michael's soul had become completely displaced, and the beauty of this world finally ceased! The universe was permanently dark, the answers Michael had longed for, gone, slipped from his grasp, the life Michael had dreamt of, a mere shadow, faded from his vision, and the tranquility he desired, absent, no longer reverberating the sounds of stillness! The only thing remaining was Michael, and as the rain trickled down, and the light continued its brilliance, the void vast and unknown, slowly consumed Michael, his entire body lapsed, his head slumped, his arms fell as lifeless appendages to the cold, wet and unforgiving ground, a calm like state filled the space as nothing was able to be seen nor heard. Within this vast silent, black emptiness, a clouded form of darkness accumulates, this is darkness darker than the darkest sleep. The immense darkness shrouds and constricts Michael immersing him in nothingness, and from this nothingness, a small barely visible breath expels Michael's body, it flows and swirls peacefully amassing into the upper disarray and then, finally, absolution. The demon within Michael had prevailed, the poison that was once coursing through his veins lingers, this and Michael's lifeless cold corpse are all that remain and as the final drops of rainfall from the clouded haze above so too does the needle from Michael's arm!