It Follows

Tossing and Turning, a glaring eye stared from afar, keeping watch until i fell deep in the void of darkness with my consciousness, leaving my soul to wander.

Tossing and turning, a glaring eye moved closer and closer to my door, looking deep and lingering its eyes on my body with passion and desire, causing my body to shiver and putting me in a trance.

Tossing and Turning, a glaring eye hovered in the room like thick cloud, moving to and fro, causing turmoil in my body and filling the room with sweet savor of incense made with myrrh and burnt lilly flowers.

Tossing and Turning, a glaring eye whispered in my ears, "deep deep it shows, deep deep it holds, deep deep it follows, deep deep it swallows". Blood rushing through my veins, heart beating with rhythm and blues, body floating in a river of sweat, bones cracking and popping, electric current flowing through my spine, unpleasant and unfamiliar voice echoing in my ears, for it sounded like storms and many waters. It whispered again, "deep deep it shows, deep deep it holds, deep deep it follows,deep deep it swallows". The soul gone, mind in a trance, floating through despair, room filled with incense and burnt lilly flowers. It continued to whisper for seven times. Seven times it continued to whisper the words, for the seventh time, the room got thicker with smoke and one can cut through it with a knife.

Tossing and Turning, a glaring eye continued to keep watch and filled the room with incense. Behold, I heard a knock and a voice followed. A familiar voice, a weak voice and a wandering one. For it has wandered deep in the desserts of impurity and among the souls of the fallen. The voice whispered, "deep deep it goes, deep deep it comes, deep deep it falls, deep deep it crawls". Door shuttered open by the strength of this voice, hands made with weak feathers and feet with shallow waters, it shuttered the door. Smoke in the room vanished, incense and burnt lilly flowers vanished, and echoing voice vanished. Empty again, room filled with nothingness and to my eyes I could only see, a soul crawled into the room, crawling like a beaten lamb, wandering and sniffing around the room to find shelter. It sings, "to my master I will return, to my shelter I will find refuge, to my home I will abide". It crawled to the side of the bed, for into deep deep trance I fell but a peaceful one. Diving into my body it crawled, setting my body on fire it sparked, lighting up the room with life it filled. For my eyes could only see further.