The Vortex

This hole. This... Space.
How did it get here? Why is it here?
Its... so empty...i.. cant breathe.
My throat hurts.. and, i feel as if i cannot move.
I'm scared....


............

I feel like I'm being pulled into a wormhole of destruction.
It doesn't look good at all.
I feel like somethings ripping my chest from the inside out.
The pain is almost.. planned, like a shrewd strategy of some sort.
It reminds me of the way i think.
Its devious.. dark.. sly, and silent.

There is no hope against something like that.
All you can do is just sit there and watch.
Watch, as you get sucked into your own vortex of madness.
Watch, as your destruction is thrust upon you, by your own conceded ignorance.

Its spinning me around its twisted realm of distortions.
Showing me things i tried to do.
Reminding me of those times i couldn't succeed.
It hurts me.
But i cant do anything but look at the blinks.
The flash of destiny.

The only prisons worse then ones we are put into, are the ones we put ourselves inside of.
That is what a vortex really is.
The madness spurred up from none other then the core.
What is that core exactly?
What is it made of?
The exterior becomes what the core originally was. Or wants to be.