Soul struck by an irresistible calm;
The rhythmic rain plays
The beat of a
Witch doctors song…
I fall into the long awaited
Curse of the extreme psychological solitude,
All thoughts being
Dragged,
Pulled,
Ripped off the dirty reflection
That catches my gaze,
And refuses to let go…
This reflection,
A familiar stranger,
Scars dripping down his face,
Pulls me close,
Uncomfortably close to a world
I once knew too well…
In his eyes
A blue flame ignites
And the frost of the flames
Spreads wildly through my veins,
Instantly overtaken
By a mental paralysis…
The world is frozen,
Pictures flash
And fall into ashes,
The silence stings
And only grows louder,
My heart falls weak,
As if it had been beating
10 times the years I’ve seen…
The embers burn out,
Only darkness is left,
And although it is terrifying,
It’s exhilarating all the same…
This mystery,
This myth of ultimate detachment,
This undying sense of limitless freedom,
Intoxicates my soul,
And in a sick, ironic realization…
I’ve never felt so alive.