Within the dark wood it lurks with no shape or form to call its own.

The damp, cobweb-filled corners of the mind harbor it.

Hate and envy are its life blood. A trembling hand reaches forth to grasp the nothingness.

The bare skeletons of trees stand leafless and decrepit. With an unwilling body and soul...deeper still I go into the dark wood.

I observe a full moon sailing through a cloud-riddled sky…

With untrusting ears I discern a thousand voices whispering. “Come join us.” Has my time come? Perhaps...I should go with them.

But this can not be.

Has the reality called 'life' betrayed me?

Can the truth be seen with open eyes?

Fear not the end.

It's not reasoning enough to cry…the lone raven answers with great conviction, screaming:

“ALL LIES!..... ALL LIES!”