I see you standing tall,
on the precipice of reality,
when the blackness is falling clean,
over the pupils of your eyes,
the shaded curtains of the nevermore,
are pulled open,
and you are thrown,
through the window to dark below,
of the neverknown!
A cephalopod tree entangles you,
squeezes thought and drains mortality,
not free to escape,
you've come too far,
you're foothold has been lost,
and now you are dangling,
from the overhang to unreality.
Beyond the pearly gates of wisdom,
far to the other side of the garden,
behind the forbidden trees and stones,
amongst the greatest dead of mankind,
Lined with scarred manuscripts,
and littered with burnt tomes...
Beyond the desire to be alive,
buried deep within the inner thought,
masked with cloudy irreverance,
accompanied by hideous alien dreams,
dusted with iron gold visions,
and dreary with focused dillusions...
It all comes clear now,
As the skull is shattered,
and the gray matter falls,
into the cesspool of infinity.
Scary artistic primal notions,
Etched desires beyond rational activity,
Indulgent ecstacy within morality,
Fulfilling dissolute requirements.
Feel free to rape
Deprive yourself
Engage...
your soul,
of freedom,
in denigration.
I walk among subdoed gods,
Those that came before us desired not to be overtaken,
not to be overthrown,
confound the weak and they will rule,
dumbfound the insane and they will thrive,
find the weakness and they will die!
You may worship, the status quo,
You may desire, what your neighbours do,
You may live, as they have chosen for you,
but not for a second estimate,
that we are in any way like you.
We do not fight, we only kill,
We do not believe, we are faith,
We do not indulge, we abstain.
I walk alone in this dark hallway, seeing only by what I am guessing lies before me. The final shades have been drawn and the last glimmer of light has long since faded away. The floor creaks and dust rises as I step through the long since used corridor. I cannot be heard sighing, as the sound falls upon only the painted ears of the listeners on the wall. Had fate taken me through the other door I could now be dancing under the sparkling beauty of a chandelier and sipping the sweet nectar of the vineyards. But as fate has manifested I stumble not even with spiders and water would be a welcome treat to my parched lips, which are broken furhter by every dull cough eminating from my weakened lungs.
The demon shadows come more frequently now; the further I progress down the corridor the more persistant they are in their efforts to quell my efforts. No longer are they trying to make me turn back, they have instead started to attack me with my longing thoughts and desires, attempting to break me down and settle my bones alongside the occassional other here -- all of which I know not the name of. It has now become impossible to defend myself against all of the shadows, and instead many continually haunt me and inflict physical harm upon my body.
Most recently their attacks have transformed into potentially fellow travellers that come and go to and from nowhere. Their illusion is getting very difficult to withstand, and now it is only a guessing game as to whom I should follow in the darkness and as to whom I should avoid. I often find myself running into walls, or tripping and falling to the floor. The shadows laugh and at least for a moment used to run away, now they don't even relent when I'm begging for their mercy.
I suppose I could be opening one of the many doors that awaits me on either side, but I'm to afraid of what demons lie behind it, and more afraid of the demons standing behind me wanting to push me through the open doorway.