The Realm of the Desert Wood

Here I sit, in the realm of the desert wood Hidden from all that seek my existence None shall know my wisdom Unfortunate emotions lie wait for those who know my truths. Within this everlasting spiraling circle Life transcends to the plains of nevermore To exist in it’s non existent state of being In reflection of time. The souls of everything encompass my thoughts Shadows dust the will’s power of control Molded images in abstract form In this place where space and time are consumed. Bound by chains of hate, I sit here Surrounded by the desert wood For miles my flesh is stretched, hooked by these chains Eternal slavery, mutilated desires. As souls traverse this span in willingness to become More are thrown into my abyss of nothingness Freedom of existence their gift Forevermore to live, no more. How will they ever know their meaning The truth lies in me and I am bound to the nevermore Punished by the hate for sharing in thoughts of love Hidden from the eyes of the living. And here I will remain In the realm of the desert wood, bound by hate Souls will encircle me forevermore As I wait for my escape from this eternal slavery To save those with a will to live. Those who would fight against the truth of death This will be the quest of everlasting To give back to life, existence.