DARKNESS FALL into A City

Darkness falls into a city

A city of silence and the whispers in your head echoes. Your mind plays tricks at you.Time doesn’t exist as you watch frozen stiff. The pale silver moon has transform to a blood crimson red. The sound of chains trailing over peddles break the silence slitting through the throat of the spirit-filled darkness. Where a moonray licks over me now. Only the illusion of memories exist. Memories consume like opening the wound. Tears reflect the fears. Woes that seem so long ago, just fading away. Just an echoing silence. Lost spirit finding a place to stay. Their whisper echoes demon-genes awakening to the whisper.

My thoughts are under their control.These long lost words finding shelter in my mind. Searing through the protal of my soul. Guess, I’m tasting teardrops tonight but wait, why do you assume the teardrops I’m tasting are mine? Ghostly whispers finding a place to rest. The wind echoes a raven lullaby. The fear I hold so dear.Cuz I remember what you curse me into…..A beast with the heart of a demon but the fragility of a man’s body and guilt that consumes one’s humanity. You filled my heart with tainted vengeance. My mind painted with the silence that been laid to rust by the lust of being human again, wandering through the shadows swimming through the darkness.

I got caught in the rain.
My thoughts stain…
Trying to abstain the internal pain…
As I try to sustain….
My mind no longer sane….
My energy drained from me…
Escaping reality…..
Dreaming within a dream so it seems.

Between here and the other side. When does a dream become another purgatory? Tales of the damn can be heard in a raven’s caw where raindrops tell the history of my dark past and the pain attached to them.

The scars are just a token for the crime I am being accused of -slitting, cutting through the throat of the night. Pure perfection has no past. That is how you live purely without these thoughts attached to haunting madness. Feeling trapped-no room to breathe. Only the cry of lost souls is heard through the silence. Beware for the dragon of darkness sleeping in the depth of the shadows of my soul has awoken.

This city conquered by silence. It’s own silence. Silence break lose from its cage. Singing its own boggle bebop with one note. Telling me that existence does not rely on matter. Everything is phantom.

The brain is a microcosm creating it’s own stories……Its own boogie bebop diaries…..People then live out these stories