| Closing the circle in. Closing my eyes. To close it tight. The neon circling in, showing me how thin this is, darkness has set in. I had this dream, chained to the wall, the lady with a snake, a bleeding body, stripped naken and grinning. Jesus is standing still, waiting for me to wave goodbye again. I'm shutting the door, opening my eyes, see the jesters and their lectures, show me when this began. Is this the damage, the broken circle. Now their is a voice calling Fate back home. Look down the road see the dead mile. Seven trys defend the present and the past, social despair. Inside I'm holding a sun. My hands burn but are cold, my face turns, but I can't see the light. coming so close to being the loss of a war. A crusade of bad thoughts and insignificent memories I want erased. Hold! I! Closer to the piles of gravel! Rip it down piece by piece, read between the lines, shell the surface taking a look beneath the demons face. Nerve endings shot, painless expression and timeless surpression, coming so close yet still so far, gone in a blink like a falling star. Dismal steps towards the door, slowly making my way out of here. Getting closer. Inch by inch, step in step, forceing the self disgust out of me. Shall it come forth again, I will find a way to redirect the mistakes, and hold up the rattle snake, give my vien a strike and posion the regret. |
