from faith - Monday, October 17, 2005
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I wrote this a few years ago. I have just found out about this site and am grateful to know there are others out there that i understand and can be understood by. Let me know if you can relate, or just want someone to talk to.
Sliding down the banister. It's dark. The house doesn't belong to me. The banister, the carpet the walls the pictures on them, they are not mine. Only I am here. It's dark and I can barely see.
THE DARK HOUSE
The walls that surround me are tight, close. I can feel my breath deflected from the walls back on my face. Eyes have misted. Blurred vision my guide. Enter the dragon. The one, the many, the thoughtless. I have weighed you love, with careful scales. I feel like shit, but my lips move to your rhythm, the only beat I know. Shown to be made. Made to be shown. By you, from him.
When did you start to question for yourselves. Your eyes misted too? Blurred vision your guide. Did you hurt as well or did you become the dragons.
Displaced, an appropriate word for the traveler in me. Time, distance, reprogramming, death. Your death. I am still running. Still fearing the long reach of your words. What the achieved, what they stole, what they broke. Hearts, families, truth. Your "revolutionary" ideas. They weighed your words, with desperate scales. Do you, feel like shit. A rhythm played on for centuries. A dark song on a dark night played by a dark heart.
The dragon General. The loyal army. The thoughtless orders, the thoughtless to carry them out. the wounded child. A battlle of her own. A faceless General. the loyal hurting. Captivated, and captivating.