Voodoo

Swept away on a cold wind of sweet, burnt incense Drifting, fading…soaring Smooth words luring me away But nothing else matters but this. Take me. Carry me to that other place While I lay here flying. Living? Dying? Tranquilly thriving. So content to simply follow and be taken... …where are we going? No, no… just bring me, Whoever I am, I want whatever this is. Surrounded by clouds and shadows, Filled with more powerful fumes. Glazed eyes wide, unseeing. Feeling nothing and yet everything at once. Numb, I feel every grain of sand beneath me, Every chanting breath on naked skin. Each word a pressing weight upon my heaving chest. Swirling incantations bind me. Fear, confusion...calm. Earth, water, fire… creating that intoxicating air. The elements of the world forming heaven. A sigh of utmost content. Perfect, blissful….painful…? No, no… not heaven! Hell! Nerves set aflame. Constricted by an all-consuming pain. Chanting, screaming…..silence. Darkness. Darkness. Darkness. ….Light. Nothing. Empty. Breathe. Undead.