in this darkness thought prevails
walking miles, leaving trails
follow them to be misled
by all the sadness i have bled
i plead guilty in my case
of insanity and face
an eternity of friction
between mystery and fiction
lying, limping between realms
dancing the platonic dance
losing sense of my intense
existence
jumped the fence.
and succumbing to unknown
destinations leaves me prone
to a sickness not yet labeled
breathing sulfur, feeling stable
im unsure of this decor
maybe its my mind, or more
maybe its my will that breathes
the wisdom of elder leaves.
but i could not foresee
the despair in my blue pleas
or the echos of my sobs
or the barks of seven dogs.
but the crystal ball has spoken
leaving free will sore and chokin
and the echos of its words
reach the entire universe.
but it fades away in time
and it shatters in the mind
as humanity crafts something
so imperfect, like a diamond.
we are slaves of our own freedom
yet we cry that we can reason
but in the midst and fog of all
we are nothing but lost souls.
we search and search and find just clues
of a pirate who paid his dues
and gave the treasure to the Earth
like a mother that just gave birth.
through creation He has lost us
but in darkness I have found him
and as the dogs begin to howl
and the world begins to crumble
i see an owl fly away
into the night's decay
resurrecting as a crow
as the minutes turn to hours
and the soft breeze turns to flames
that fuel the fire of all pains.
but only from that pain can
beauty grow
and be conscious of its show
of infinite truth and wonder
so let your e go and grow stronger.
