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I Love the way Destiny

Holds His bloody knife over my head

Yet it is... Irony that licks it clean

Before the blood hits the book

Or my wounds turn red



It is Irony that reminds me

How the past haunts my present Dreams

He steals the knife from Destiny



Irony is no one's slave

They weaken when I stay awake

Unwilling to sleep

Unwilling to Dream



I am conscious of falling

And take Irony to bed

Destiny feels beaten

He is still the Custodian of my Soul



"The Caretaker" is His slave as well

Though I offer my gifts

In the face of His defeat

Irony sucks on my body



Though to Destiny...

I grant my Soul willingly

I beg forgiveness of my Love...

"The Caretaker" of True Irony



I cheat on Him...

With Irony and with Desire

Neither have my loyalty

Thus...I have indeed

I Cheat on Desire as well



"The Caretaker" can walk through the ruins

He carries his book and pen in hand

Then I cheated again... With Remorse



I can not give all of me

To any of you

For all of you

Are already me



Still I try

To give my Heart to Him

Only He may own the most

Unworthy pieces of me



His name is forsaken

To Him I am forced to speak

Even though I offer sanctity

By this ritual of pen...

What gift is more worthless

Than one that is not owned?



This Heart is not mine to give

If it already belongs to Him

Morpheus is the Axiom...

The True Custodian of The Key



As it hangs over my Heart

He pulls it tight 'round my throat

How often I beg

That He take my last breath



Without True freedom

The offer is again...Worthless

For Destiny owns my Soul?

As my Heart belongs to Morpheus?



Desire brings the Truth I seek

My Lust

My sins

My body



This leaves only my unconscious mind

Subconscious test for the Jungian...

Any goodness left in me brings Remorse



Eternity and Destiny are not cheated

By what I reveal in this way

Morpheus gives me Pain so I can see

Irony and Purgatory



Yet now only one path lies before me

Extended by gesture to one of 3 rooms



Dementia?

Purgatory?

Sanctuary?



It is much too bright to see

In the Sun Storm

A second path is too Dark... I believe



A third is blocked by many things

They change in every Dream

Morpehus gives me another Key...

To defend my Soul from Destiny?



He exposes me to dual mortality

As Faust betrayed only himself

When he bargained with Mephisto



I will not fence with Destiny

I will not fence with Morpheus

They can wait for... Eternity



Irony saves His last dance for me

Do not be jealous of my choice

With this done Remorse will be gone...

Gone with Desire



For I will have none

To discover the Truth about The Key

It may as well try to find me

I must also wait...For Eternity



Oh...But when night falls

Who is He who leaps to my defence

With His last laugh?

His final betrayal?



No...I am not amused

It is not Desire or Destiny

Reaching out to save me



"The Custodian" lashes out at me

For a decision in my loyalty

My companion is Remorseful and Eternal

He Loves me as I am...Morpheus



How does one so Eternally mocked

Deserve to be delivered

To this cruel punisher

No suffering wished on another...

Deep inside The Dreaming

Is an open book to another world

I Never meant to find