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In the Zone

In The Zone

whispers...
 through the dark deranged portals you evoke fear
 filled with angelic fervor on it's textual base
 yet we dig much deep then ever before

 cries in the dark will light the spark of what we need to know
 still we stand idle as the average novice introduces its spell
 along again then the sadness evokes a newer feeling
 dwindling through the vain extraction of the never world

 we visually see a flash then a new day approaches
 on the lawn two lovers having passionate sex
 the screams of vile extreme explodes throughout
 perhaps this is the place where Nero tread

 yet again I sit alone in my house now huddled in the corner
 the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
 the howls of Satanic laughter gives a piercing shriek through
 a candle was lit by the edge of my bed

 One can remain lax in the quietness of the moment
 yet again the setting of the sun
 a new day has begun as we embark on the moment
 Does death hurt you the most or is it fear

 You can equate logic through a firm grasp of the hand
 whispers again...
 then a faint cry,
 we construct living pyramids to honor the dead

 A stroke of luck an the impulse ensues
 onto so much more but for what
 are we grasping for straws what are we searching for ?
 quietness again this time I'm in the zone

 as if zombie creatures with viscous long fangs that bite
 dripping blood off side we run away to hide
 no one questions anymore no one has a voice
 alone one last time yet feelings of grandeur awake

 to the message of hope that spills from the sky
 a challenge to be free is a question of time
 eyes with spots digging holes in a pool of blood
 Satan laughing again spreads his wings

 Suddenly I awake but to what ?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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