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In the night I hear a cry it is my soul searching for ecstasy searching for deliverence from the hell it walks with light footsteps. The darkness does not subside in the candlelight it is only enriched, made fuller and more terrifying than I could possibly imagine Imagining does not come close to the reality of blood and death that wafts past my nose with each trodden foot fall. My hand grows tired from carrying the burden of too many lost realities. My mind furrows deep within itself, tripping on the core. Fragments yearning for the becoming they feel they so much deserve It will not end, only roll on into the ever after His mouth trys to speak His pen trys to move But both are still by the finality of the word and phrase They are intimidated. Intimidated by themselves more the anything The mind outthinks them both, always leaving them a step behind Lost in a purpose already a millenium of mindfullness old So they sit and wait Waiting for Truth Some high ideal and order to which every particle of being reaches to attain The eruption of blood The boiling away of life's vein Somewhere, in the deep and dark places man dare not tread lies It. The Dread, its true name lost to the history of ages that were never written The Dread is there, always waiting to remind you of the horror you have become Feel it, suck it, taste it deep. There is nothing clearer in this life or the next Bits of life spat out on the crude atoms The specks that make us who we are That program us into the framework A tapestry or web work spinning sinuously through it all Words too little to convey the power The mighty destitudeness of so vague yet true of a notion Come with me Take my hand and step No one is going to hurt you At least not here I won't stand for it In my microcosm of love and spirit reach out in front of you Watch how it moves between your fingers So careful, so sure of itself and its intent Does it make you tingle? Touch you deep down there like nothing else? Does it reach inside and pull you free? You can stay here you know? With me In my garden of selfless imaginings It can't touch you here And the Dread hates that The Dread hates me for this special place Yes, he tries to hurt it sometimes But he can't And I laugh and laugh because I know he can't Come my beauty step naked onto my altar The altar to the deepness That bit of psyche you think is back there And I know is The Dread cannot touch you here What else need I say I am the keeper The defender of your deepest thought and desires Let your salvation be to touch me Feel me move near, touching you back It is that simple Nothing more to it dear I know you wish to give in as much as I wish to give it to you There is nothing else And so we walked for a time In both the shadow and the light I felt it Clear and true as the morning sunlight I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck Knowing it was not to last That forever was not to be Only the infinite moment And that was enough |