Go softly into the darkness of the night,
it will help you on your way.
Weary eyes travelling warily onto the
victims of the mist. We were challenged and
so we responded, prepared to die for
our cause.As survivors we had much to gain,
yet as losers we had already lost.
A cymbal was crashing in the distance
and we wondered who caused its sound.
Was it enemies or friends, lovers or haters?
We would never know and so we
continued on our way seeking some answers
for the pain. Ignore the blood that seeps
through the hair. It is fantasy and so it is
not there, no, it is not there.
It is red, yes, that is true, but in reality
what you see as blood is actually the mind
flicking its electrical charges upon the world
and we screamed.
I whispered inside my heart.
I was afraid.
There were images I did not want to face.
There were words I did not want to say
It was dark outside and I journeyed in my mind
back to the travelling we had done. I could not
trace the path we took. It has disappeared and
vanished in the fog of the night. I feared the
beginning of the bleeding. I feared the ending of
the blood. As I looked interior I suddenly realized
that I no longer saw us, I only saw me,
and I was empty and alone.