Quasidemonic Fear

A collection of poetry visualized through AI art. The Poem [The Dark, in the dark. Like a star in chains. struggling to break free, withering in pain. Fantasizing about a mind, sustenance! albeit all in vain. Like a free floating idea. An ideal. Ideally insane.] It existed in potential since the beginning of time. Like a quantum particle it waited for someone to think it up and give it shape. Give it birth. Bring it to earth. Let it fester and fest, infect and infest it's new found home. Whereforth does it come from? No one knows. It'll go deep inside you, find a cave, build a nest, and there it grows. It shits on your highs, and feeds on your lows clips your wings, clouds your mind an...View all