AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

Emptiness profound and endless, an icy cold nothing, into the abyss forever falling into the emptiness beneath surrounded by the forlorn gloom and murkiness of deaths bittersweet surrender. A simple word was all I wanted, all I desired. A simple encouragement that never came. So still I sank ever further, the light above dimming, blurring in the festering murk. A murk almost alive in its greed to steal the light away from me. Ever sinking into the depths of despair that convulses about me, winding tentacle, slashing beak. Beneath the waves a pointless lonely death awaits in a cruel twisted soulless end.