Trapped under the depthy seas of dark enemies, pursuing the happiness that lies inside it’s depths.
Slowly slashing away at the happiness, replaced by murky darkness clouding your eyes like white clay masks.
Slowly melding to your soul, your spirit.
You defend your dreams, fighting the darkness as best you can, slashing and scratching, slicing and dicing at the demons hidden deep inside, like a shadow in a deep, dark room.
You lay shackled to the darkness, unable to fight back anymore, your eyes clouding with murky clay.
Your demons have escaped, now wreaking havoc outside this murky cloud.
You pray you’ll survive the dark times.
Hoping, you’ll be able to trap your demons back inside.
Hoping to save that memory and set it free.
Wondering, if your shambled memories can be repaired, and your demons trapped in this murky, clay mask yet again.
