Cryptic Fiction

Welcome to Cryptic Fiction, a place where the unexpected becomes the expected. Here you will discover the limits of the imagination, with a dash of darkness to spice things up. Break boundaries, explore the extreme, and journey to the other side. Here you will find angels, demons, monsters, and paradoxes in time that will challenge your senses. Walk through the gates of the unknown. Step out of the day and smile at the night. Don't worry, the night will smile back. It's been waiting for you your entire life...​​
THE SHROUD
The shroud of night falls, more than simple darkness
It is the absence of light;
As inner turmoil devours life’s delicacies
Then colors fade, and apathy no longer sits in the corner
Akin to the drunk aunt or uncle, restless with melancholy as;

Misgivings mount
And the desperation
Rises exponentially
Restricting breath
And-thought-as
Thoughtlessness becomes
More prevalent
While our propensity for violence
Escalates like excrement;
For we are trapped in the
Torments of our forefathers
And we pass those sins along to
Our sons and our daughters
For we cannot erase the hate and
Divisions that breed miseries
Like leprosy, as bits and pieces
Of our history get flushed
Down the bowels of time
Washed away like brine
And we don’t think of each other
As we wield the knife and embrace
The strife that we inflict upon
Ourselves because we have
Made the Earth our version
Of Hell, and pointlessness
Becomes the point of living
And we watch like Roman
Spectators as we hail the onset
Of that gentle good night!

For reasons unknown, reason has fled
While the insane insist that sanity is their benefit, like holy writ;
And as the shroud of night falls, it is more than simple darkness
For the absence of light draws closed the curtains
And humanity blows out the candle with a smile…
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