The Abyss Stands Alone...

Liquid disdain runs cold, cleaning the surface. Disinfecting the wounds that lay deep within. Feels good to be on both sides of the fence. Scandalous, back stabber, betrayal, charlatan. These are the words spoken towards the darkness These people stand at the edge of the abyss. They stare into it, and stare hard they do. All claiming to know exactly what is down there. But in the end the creators carry that knowledge. In the end, not even the abyss knows what it holds. In the end the abyss never wishes it was made. It wishes it never chose to become an abyss.