Walk now in these barren lands stripped bare by ferocious storms the decrepit echo of arid voices tearing strips of flesh from the bone and I am empty, just bones and mortar my body, the remaining art of your touch, starved of life, starved of light death by torture life in the silent hues of hate.
Purpose… … to know my worth exceeds the grave and cradle, that each breath holds meaning and each second depth, yet, When I ponder of my existence I feel more alone than ever.
I do not wait for the apocolypse; neither enlightenment nor end days for both it seems to me pander to the reaper… … And I find no sense in surviving the darkness in wait for God’s mighty hand of justice, for what point lays in waking, breathing or ultimately kindness.
… I do not believe my woes to be the karmic debt of my Father or his before, have you ever met these men? To spend a moment in their presence is to know the strength of my conviction.
I tear holes in the ideology that we are born to die, that greatness is achieved on death, I ponder how many false martyrs are formed this way.
The same sun that will warm my soul will also burn my skin, and the same snow that ignites my spirit will freeze my heart, yet still I can be found dancing beneath them and when eventually I die, I will tell great stories of the way Gaia touched my soul, the way stars ignited my heart, the way darkness gave me light and light gave me darkness.
… And when I am before my Diety, when I am asked, am I happy to be home, I will say yes..
“But to have lived, is the greatest adventure of my existence.”
For a moment I forget to breathe My body is stilled beyond sight Dreams whisper, reality screams darkness floods the thin veil suffocating weight, fighting, voice stolen breaking, nothing Illusion, delusion, breathing. Waking…
red numbers tell me tonight is lost, four more hours till dawn I count the stars I cannot find Selene.