Dark empty void:
Uncertainty waiting to unfold.
Secrets the dark hold;
A grim story is untold.
Fog lingered around.
There's almost no sound.
Glass fragments on the ground,
History I've found.
All had sharp edges,
With moving images;
Cutting my skin deep,
Causing me to bleed.
Nothing's sensible;
At least not to me...
Everything's jumble,
Mess is what I see.
In this dark uncertainty;
Swirling with entities,
Whispering invoices,
All but disorienting.