CORRUPTIBLE THROUGH INTRIGUE

The continuous effort to control the irrepressible images in nightmares has always been there. But so has the damage from the visions that sicken even the most even tempered personalities. Why did these horrifying events emerge from a place regarded as anything but ill? It's apparent that the imagination freed them to infect the calmest of hours of the day. At the point where relaxation meets comfort and then joined by rest, this uninvited guest creeps out from a dark corner that has been overlooked so many times before. Just as all control over this vehicle is relinquished; a force that raises too many questions takes over and drives the night. And as the passenger on this disturbed course everything quickly becomes noticeably questionable. The obvious who, what, when, where, and why? But there is no time for questions, only actions, anything to reverse this downward spiral into the depths of only the most frightening imagery. Deeper and faster the journey takes on the look and feel of a harsh reality. But in our world of tangibles, where physics make understanding simple, it only serves as a disadvantage now. Nothing makes sense, locations have been merged together, objects travel along indescribable paths, memories mashed with moments undeserving of any audience, things happen for no reason but to further confusion. Colors and familiar places are nearly impossible to identify. Emotions have an overwhelming effect, which only adds to this already puzzling new realm. It's evident that this has become a small form of self torture, and the only way out is through to the end. Passed the pain, after the fearsome agony, head on into the unknown, and just beyond misery. What seemed to take days and countless weeks have only amounted to a handful of hours. But in that short time the illustrations that flashed causing havoc, now will be forever remembered. The imagination is now scared form this concoction it created and displayed. These images are not even possible to see in life, but now haunt the conscious. It continues to be replayed over and over, constantly examining the events that took place, but never actually happened. The misunderstanding and total disorder of it all grows and is magnified every time the analysis comes up short of a conclusion. And don't allow relief to set in just yet, it's not even close to being over. Because this night of terror will only breed more horrendous evenings of slumber, one that will make this past episode mediocre. They will only become more vicious, creating a sense of helplessness that is impossible to shake. There is no escape, no means of defending those precious moments in between days that are so vital. No warning when the unconscious will be under attack, nothing that can be done to guarantee a night pleasant dreams. Once the lids shut and the eyes roll into the skull, the role of predator becomes prey. The body lays still and slowly sinks into the surface but unknowingly, like a victim minutes away from an assault, it's already too late. The most potent ingredients are measured and mixed to insure profound shock. As the blankets warm to the body temperature, it is served. The only thing to do now is to drink it in and enjoy every worst possible circumstance that is prayed never happens.













Good night, and sleep well.








"Treat is only one letter away from being a threat".            -JRC