THE SHAMBLES THAT REMAIN:
As The Waters Tremble, So Too Do I Fall:
The torn visions opening my mind, stomping through my neural pathways, toward something more vast and incomprehensible. The laughter in my ears, insulting, scuffling, muffled, never-ending. He shines, but whith what light? What secret inner knowledge? What sight of things to come, that shall know better, once hearafter.
I dig a shallow grave, amid the burbling water falls, the droplets clothe me happily, and yet I am afraid; consumed by the pursuit of nightmare: unyeilding, unknown, unrelenting forces of disaster. A shock, a spirit, the thoughts of deeper merit; along with the all-too-certain shame, and the shambles that remain.
O, I would give anything to be there, would give all that I have to know, to stand, to live; to learn to love again. But it has come to nothing, dust and tears, which speak silently, as the waters tremble, so too do I fall. I have become a hateful being; a monster, and a slave. I have fallen. Thus melted, into atoms, a flourish of sulphides and bicarbonates is all that remains of the relentless, simple, tortured man you thought you knew.
I am arisen, for some purpose, that I may yet deceive, and walk unknowingly amonst these little innocents. This is the child, who hates the light; the light which burns, his gentle, tear-filled eyes, into disfigured shards of hate and blindness.
The torn visions opening my mind, stomping through my neural pathways, toward something more vast and incomprehensible. The laughter in my ears, insulting, scuffling, muffled, never-ending. He shines, but whith what light? What secret inner knowledge? What sight of things to come, that shall know better, once hearafter.
I dig a shallow grave, amid the burbling water falls, the droplets clothe me happily, and yet I am afraid; consumed by the pursuit of nightmare: unyeilding, unknown, unrelenting forces of disaster. A shock, a spirit, the thoughts of deeper merit; along with the all-too-certain shame, and the shambles that remain.
O, I would give anything to be there, would give all that I have to know, to stand, to live; to learn to love again. But it has come to nothing, dust and tears, which speak silently, as the waters tremble, so too do I fall. I have become a hateful being; a monster, and a slave. I have fallen. Thus melted, into atoms, a flourish of sulphides and bicarbonates is all that remains of the relentless, simple, tortured man you thought you knew.
I am arisen, for some purpose, that I may yet deceive, and walk unknowingly amonst these little innocents. This is the child, who hates the light; the light which burns, his gentle, tear-filled eyes, into disfigured shards of hate and blindness.
posted by Valhenstrogg | Saturday, April 08, 2006
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Rescued from its own demise within the vast and murky recesses of time, this brief but brooding entry was gleaned from the scrawled and tattered pages of a long-forgotten notebook, accompanied by many other treasures, which I have recently uncovered.
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