These roads aren't unfamiliar...they're the same I've walked before
My feet strike the same pattern as they have for eons
The blood that follows me still remains the same
Only the essence of the echoing chambers differ
The screams that ricochet through my hollow mind and body
Mingle seamlessly with those of the ones before
And the warm copper-metal tang that coats my insides
That tickles softly at my nose
That cause my fingers and hands to burn
That strikes the only heart chord left within me
Is no different now then before
Innocence falls to the wayside
And the moonlight bathes the skin of the forsaken wanderers
No home, no place to rest our weary heads
The unspoken, the unclaimed
The path becomes wearisome, for how long can one be accursed?
I am sand and ash
My body built limb by limb with the tattoo of life
The star-speck in my eye hearkens unto the times when something was whole, unshattered
And the deadened void surrounding the light is the soul within
Ice, forever unthawed
Pain, loss, despair, rage, hatred--fury forever unstoked
Silver stream...ebb and flow of time, of the universe
This is where truth lies
Where fact marries fiction...where what a mortal once thought real slips dully into surreality
Poison numbing...anesthetizing...carry me away
Night flies, stars dance, head reels, something beckons...
A tug, a hook...just below the navel...
Soul consumation...irritation...the moon pulses
Wind dances...
Singular effect...solitary effort...
Tantric, captivating, seductive, mystifying
And the fire within you laughs and beckons, pushes and pulls
As you inhale and exhale the vapor of your life
I feel the stream of mine own running with the tides of ancient faculty
As together we dance through the night sky
