Crying Voices
A lost feeling, insecure. Hope needed in a time of dread and lost of
destiny. The day you enter a new world is the day you new living hell
begins. Dread. Deep dread. A calling voice from a past loved one calls
"Help the lost soul." Help, try helpless. I can't speak of the day my head
was spinning dizziness drove me away. Light headiness spun me around like a
bottle. "Cut, cut, cut" a knight repeats as a knife is handed to me in a
long black corridor. The black visible knight in armor opens the glistening
closet door. Where is light in this horrid night? The knife lies in the
palm of my hands. A decision to be made from on life to the next. To
imagine is everything, but to imagine the truth is only to believe it, or
so they say. The knight in night awakens day.
3/17/04
A lost feeling, insecure. Hope needed in a time of dread and lost of
destiny. The day you enter a new world is the day you new living hell
begins. Dread. Deep dread. A calling voice from a past loved one calls
"Help the lost soul." Help, try helpless. I can't speak of the day my head
was spinning dizziness drove me away. Light headiness spun me around like a
bottle. "Cut, cut, cut" a knight repeats as a knife is handed to me in a
long black corridor. The black visible knight in armor opens the glistening
closet door. Where is light in this horrid night? The knife lies in the
palm of my hands. A decision to be made from on life to the next. To
imagine is everything, but to imagine the truth is only to believe it, or
so they say. The knight in night awakens day.
3/17/04