Walking, stumbling, crawling, falling...
Demons diving at my ears
I hear tormented screams of pain...
(from them or me?)
Searching for that fabled place of peace...
Where all of life's troubles
warp and stretch and fade around me
until I stand alone in my world of shadows...
(or are they demons?)
Arms held high, eyes shut tight, tremble...
Fists clenched so tight scarlet rivlets
carve small canyons in the dust that is my flesh
as each drop falls screaming to the ground
(or is it the sky?)
Constantly dodging demon's fiery breath
the smell of ozone and searing flesh
mercilessly batters my senses
and I feel myself fallllllllllllllllllllllllll.....
(or am I flying?)
The screams stop
the blood dries
the pain relinquishes its iron grip on my soul.
I open my eyes and look at myself
No longer burnt
No longer tormented
No longer myself.....but more.
Close my eyes, stand on my feet
Arms held high, ey
Mirrors/eyes are the windows
to our souls...
Allowing others to see
Staring at myself I see all
my faults, all my shortcomings.
Every broken heart
Every bleeding wound lays
open before the all seeing eye
that is not an eye at all.
Side by side with myself
we stare at our reflections...
which is illusion and which reality?
I reach to touch this stranger
in my skin as he reaches for me.
I look to the left, he looks right.
My exact opposite in every way
he is everything I wish I was not
but sometimes long to be.
Scarred, leather skinned, armor plated.
Eyes hard from battles won and lost.
Tall, muscular, with an air that commands attention.
I pull away (so does he)
and smile as I turn and walk away.
He never cares if I am on time or not.
Never cares that I havent brushed my teeth yet.
Never cares that I didnt get an A on that last test.
Never cares that I dress like a freak.
All he cares about is that I come
and visit every once a while.
So I stare into the
America Under Attack - Matrix7
Darkest hours of the morning
shattered by a blinding light.
Hear a roar not unlike thunder
hear the people's desperate cries.
Shockwaves of emotion tumble
to the ground so far below.
People run and fall and tumble
as twins of iron begin to groan.
Yet again a roar of rage
emiting from a fiery crash.
People locked inside a cage
taunted by the soot and ash.
Choosing death, they fall and tumble
crushed or burned, no choice was left.
Tears begin and vision jumbles
"Oh my God.." is all that's said
Other places burn with fire
a demon from our darkest dreams.
All we want/hope/wish/desire
is wake up from this horrid dream.
Loose the demon from its prison
invite it to rip out your throat.
Taste the sulfur, stop and listen
"Just the start" it rasps and gloats.
It just awoke the sleeping giant
Signed in our blood its own death...
For what this demon has just started
goes Where Angels Dare Not Tread.
My condolences and prayers with the families
and friends of the people in this tr