Spiraling in a circle of madness. Madness of us. When the light went off and all the senses went on. When the mind went wider and the view went smaller. One might could not do much and too little to be seen. One might could not do little and too big to be held. And the situation are going crazy while there's no such chances and changes. Crazy to feel and to touch of things which are not there for sight but for feel. The chaos of the unseen and untouchable things deep in thought - dream.
To which world do you belong? The world of right or that of wrong? A world where people judge or a world where they hold onto their grudge? A knife cuts across the skin, fresh blood has been spilt. once it heals Damaged scar reveals the ancient sin, proof of her guilt. Time does not allow her to repent the broken vow. Cast away. There to stay. Forbidden. Forsaken. Her only pleasure turned to pain.
When you only can fly and not walk, when you only can whisper but not talk and being understood by all the breeze and the sense even by the twinkle of your eyes when you smile. What would be less than that, even when you could not find the ...sight of the right and wrong, the judge and the defender? And knifes are wordless for skin and blood. Chains are unchained, walls are barrier-less, and sky's unlimited. This is the world that belong in me, to me. The world that in me. The world that time and limitation are hide and have vacation.
Chained and bound unto a wall. My body is scarred my thoughts are full of unrest. No matter my struggle the pain i must endure. For freedom means nothing to a body that is damaged bruised and broken. Yearning to break free of this prison. My mind is consumed in darkness. Cursed. The price of my freedom be death.
Death, you are not welcoming. Even you, promise me freedom. Even you, promise me wings from all this darkness around me, this pain around me, this bruised and damages. Death, you wait on that corner with smile, wait for my surrender time of... flying, ignore your presence and your claws that in trying to come in my skin in damn sure and slowly ways. No freedom and wings that you can give to me, NO. I won't be tricked. All the pain, bruised, damages and the darkness are yours. Count me out from your dead list. Anyway, my wings already fly and free me, be really die Death. No cry for you.
To die and truly find peace. Away from life's bitterness. I find warmth in Death's embrace. For my worries struggles and strife amount to nothing in the eyes of the divine. Fear not for i stay in vain. Fruitless are my efforts. results remain the same. Success or failure. Where is the fun? Win or lose. What does it matter? Life is nothing more than a game. The rules change everyday. May lady luck make me lucky today or i will be damned. Eternally against this fiery wall. Everlasting torment is my prize. Though i would gladly exchange it for just one more chance at the dice roll. All these thoughts circling my mind. Like pieces of a puzzle. This game isn't over yet. Now to find the missing piece that has it all make sense.
Missing piece always is there. The joy of the look would find it. And the handy hand would grab it. The fruitless are only imagination. Imagination of the unspeakable touch. Struggling we are, here and now. When all our pain are dancing, the cure are working and healing. Struggling we are, here and now. Without blood could cry out but smile. Luck won't need time to appear just need a little look. Here, we are to be the survivor, of all age of all time. So, having peace in death would be too simple to embrace. While one dot could end all the sudden, some comas would be nice to do. Like making some little steps on some little rocks on a beautiful river. A little hop on a little rock. With a picture of you in every hop on the water river above. All are not make sense, all are there.
Dancing, what is that? For I have danced before. My partner tripped and fell to her untimely end. Here I still stand, dancing by myself. In sorrow and guilt. For she will never dance again. Death took hold as my new partner. Leading me astray. Into the darkness. It felt good to have another lead this dance. For my worries and fears melted away into the night. Allowing another to capture my desire. Little did I know, the more we danced. The deeper Death dug his claws into my spine. Wrapping his cold numb claws around my heart. I felt them, I did. Piercing my soul. Promising my one true wish. To be with her again. He would have had another victim, had it been to late. Breathless, struggling, anxious, my mind emblazoned with a new passion. To fight. To live. For my own survival, and the hell with everyone else. Though that was not enough to break free from Death's clutches. This fight was not just my own, but that of everyone I knew. They held their arms out to me. Aiding me along my journey. Finally free. I dance again. Full of spirit, full of joy. Though my dance with Death was anything but. I did enjoy myself. That I cannot deny. I will not deny. For he will trick me again with that fateful question: Didn't we have fun? As true as those words struck me. I will admit. That a small part of me belongs to Death. Though only a small part, I will not give up the rest of my entity. For I am myself again.
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First collaboration with Jordan Colby - In Bold Writing
*My spin dancing for the chance.
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