stuff for the day

I t’s hard to think the things the lurk in dark corners…you ponder them and they come back..relentlessly exposing bone to be picked upon by vultures….so eager, and happy to find raw meat to treasure for themselves.    Seldom do they allow your words to be heard, for that alone. could break the morbid spell swelling and surrounding your minimal mind….again the abyss sucks your soul …deep…deep… you know… forever your lost.. yet,  you haven’t seen the truth