i was stuck within the confines of my unconscious
state of existence,
when i realized i’d never escaped from it to begin with.
I was always
there, swimming in the unknown rivers of my
sanity.
to afraid to swim under
or over
just paddled in circles
that left me here longer
then the others
epiphanies were strange astrological deficiencies, to protect the
ones that set upon us
and in an outer spacey kind of way to protect me from
my reality
whatever that may be.
born with mortal skin
i wound the flesh
time and time and time again
not out of fear or revenge
just punching away at the
things i see before me
no prisoners on this ship
the message that i screamed
in side my head for days
made it easier to sleep that
way
blood is colorless in the dark
and the dark is where we must remain
our heavens and hells
are just planted, grave yard
stones turned into mazes
for the previous victims
entertainment.
glory to you
dead one,
as soon as i escape my
self built prison
then will i be victor
in this game of
no one really knows.
