Lovers of the Night

i stumble on in the deepest sorrow of Man's imagination what this is, is a mirror, a nightmare beyond my comprehension why then would i look away a curiousity that seems to have a hold and undying loyalty has gotten the better of me so i look and see something strange i see the street i stand on a most outstanding street with a road that glistens, although the mirror reveals something else something horrid and difficult to look upon but i must this brightened dream i see otherwise and if reality is this brightened dream i will just walk away from this magician's scheme but i fear it is more much more than a trick of the light if this reality i came to know so well is not an unchained flight of which we are drawn towards let me seclude myself and my thoughts i fly away who would create such a lie, my home, and why although i'm away, so far away i see everything still they won't stop these thoughts, these wretched thoughts leave my head, i beg of you leave me be this monarch of violence, rolling on clouds the thunder roars, the thunder roars tossing, restless waters, falling so loud crashing again and again and again gradual death, possessed of rage the torture of life, the domination by life naked animals, all in a cage i'm trapped, we're all trapped shades of hell, controlling all my head in my hands kneeling down in a corner, trying to escape i have to look again i slowly take my hands away fearful of what i might see lovers of the night, all hand in hand what a joy it must be perception distorion filling me and i summon the darkness and the darkness penetrates leaving me with all my fantasies and the darkness hovers around, envelopes me with it's invitation to purity the darkness, i let it consume me with the night, we are pure we speak with a voice you hear so well we bid you a good night and i hold my head up high there's no more tears inside Written January 27th, 1999 © on Nov 08 2000 03:49 AM PST   0 • 10