The Crawl

If I had to choose would I brave that dark sea waves crashing relentlessly upon me knocking aside the armor I've spent so long meticulously piecing together My heart is a fortress made from clay water is its natural enemy and you on your island are my greatest hazard I am lost this place is hostile this place is intoxicating a field of flowers that wafts in scents so noxious in their delight and so alight in their beautiful lament that I have become contented by their blissful deceit My senses are distracted my emotions discordant I am wrapped by bliss and serenity in a pinkish fluttering landscape shining with translucent vibrating orbs that hum rhythmically in hypnotic bliss their touch gently imparts a melody a beautiful sound so pleasing that it effortlessly puts to sleep my demons slowly slowly slowly I fall asleep aware that at night this beautiful scenery shall come alive in full reveal of its true form It begins with wicked howls and growls so low that the ground begins to shake as the beautiful shapes begin their fall the monsters emerge and all those shiny beautiful things unfurl their true forms revealed monsters monsters monsters all the lies I wrapped upon my vision begin to unravel, and my fate is known I slept willingly inside a monsters nest knowing of it's deceptive nature I napped I slumbered I slept, willingly. In this place nearly as dark as my own mind I found comforts in the vivid illusions biding time to gather biding time to steal the strengths I needed to stand to move the strength to fight to love the strength I needed to be myself I think to myself; what a mess should I allow this wolf to devour my heart in exchange for the strength to overcome my blackened vision? Shall I again approach the world with eyes open and to never allow myself again to be blinded to truth, to suffering, to miseries shall I wander forward without shirking in defeat with my body in shreds my heart half devoured to nimbly avoid those pitfalls and wrench loose from my misery the strength I require to scale my dreams with nothing but razor thin wire which is dangled from heights so far away that my true destination is shrouded by distances further than these eyes can see much farther than all my strength wisdom and perseverance could ever hope to overcome and still the rope I've found has been set and I begin my ascent filled with terror filled with awe slowly slowly slowly I ascend to that place which is beyond the wildest of dreams