Looking down upon the world, I find that I lose myself in fantasy as realities gravity of moments immobilizes my ability to dream. You'd think the opposite to be true, but they rarely are...
I'm feeling dizzy and light-headed from thoughts upon thoughts and the encumbrances of many lifetimes without enough death to compensate for the weight of the unadulterated wretchedness of existence.
The air is thin, and my blood is a watery eye; crying, and sweating and freezing from the inside-out. Hollowness is home, planting its seedlings within' my soul, and as these vines continue to grow; I'm consumed by an unshakable cold.
If it wasn't for such a pristine loneliness, I wouldn't be able to account for my own subsistence. There is nothing but silence in every crevice of my heart; withered under the spell of an unexplained farewell.
The voices are of angels, but why do they scream…Beautiful and frightening, like life from the start to the demons at the end. They await me with malicious impatience. Clawing at the walls of my mind…Scrying for that one open door left ajar the day you broke my heart…
…And I shall fall into their lurid contrivance…mind, body & spirit, within' their skeletal hands. Dancing as I am dismembered…Giddy as a child 'fore the pain of reality takes hold. Burning in Hell's most fiery deep…
Where - I'll never be free
Where - the light...I'll never see
In Hell...without...any reprieve
Cold as Hell...this...burning sleep.
Cold as Hell… … ...where my soul they'll keep.
By: Jay Bird
Copyright © 2007
